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In west on 11/01/2011 at 5:41 pm
If you break little promises, you’ll break big ones

She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he’d not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow

If only my heart were stone

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NOVEMBER

In west on 11/01/2011 at 1:01 am

By the end of the week she was thinking constantly about where her body stopped and the air began about the exact point in space and time that was the difference between Maria and other.

joan didion

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A Sister’s Eulogy for Steve Jobs

In west on 10/30/2011 at 2:19 pm

Love was his supreme virtue, his god of gods.

His abiding love for Laurene sustained him. He believed that love happened all the time, everywhere.

He always, always tried, and always with love at the core of that effort. He was an intensely emotional man.

Steve’s final words, hours earlier, were monosyllables, repeated three times.

Before embarking, he’d looked at his sister Patty, then for a long time at his children, then at his life’s partner, Laurene, and then over their shoulders past them.

Steve’s final words were:

OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW.

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Sometimes It’s Best to Go Out of Character

In west on 10/30/2011 at 12:12 pm

I was a onesie-wearing, face painted, balloon carrying clown last night.

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In west on 10/28/2011 at 5:23 pm

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Tina Fey:

In west on 10/26/2011 at 10:07 pm

I experienced car creepery at thirteen. I was walking home from middle school past a place called the World’s Largest Aquarium—which, legally, I don’t know how they could call it that, because it was obviously an average-sized aquarium. Maybe I should start referring to myself as the World’s Tallest Man and see how that goes? Anyway, I was walking home alone from school and I was wearing a dress. A dude drove by and yelled, “Nice tits.” Embarrassed and enraged, I screamed after him, “Suck my dick.” Sure, it didn’t make any sense, but at least I don’t hold in my anger.

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twistable turnable

In west on 10/24/2011 at 12:10 am

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In west on 10/22/2011 at 11:52 pm

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.
You forget some things, dont you?
Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

cormac mccarthy

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Hear, Here

In west on 10/18/2011 at 6:01 pm

When people show you who they are, believe them, the first time.

Oprah Winfrey’s Commencement Address
Wellesley College
May 30, 1997

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To Phoenix: A Love Letter

In west on 10/18/2011 at 12:49 am

 

Phoenix are the subject of a new documentary, From a Mess to the Masses, about their 2009-2010 tour in support of their breakout album Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix.  I can’t express how beautiful it is. There’s a masterful rendition of Girlfriend around the 16 min mark, and then there’s this amazing footage of Lasso, the footage switching between the 2009 ACL performance and their 2010 Coachella performance.  You see smoke in the sky at Coachella, I could see it too; I remember looking at the smoke, looking at the stage. That was my first time seeing Phoenix, and then again at the Hollywood Bowl in September 2010. At the end of the documentary, there’s a montage of performances all over the world, and they end with Thomas Mars running up into the crowd at the Bowl with this glow in the dark microphone cord, and in real life that night, I was to the far left of him, jumping up and down, because Phoenix had just finished playing and Thomas was right there, and that album resonated with me so very much from day one, and they had just put on the most awesome show. The documentary is amazing, your appreciation for their craft, and their companionship with one another, will surely deepen.

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