Video: Miss Piggy doing Peaches

This is probably old but I just discovered it.

Video: Pogo

profile at last.fm (non-English)

Artist: Claire Morgan

I like sculptor Claire Morgan

Author: Beryl Markham

Note to self.
Self, go to library and check out copy of West With The Night. Must read more of this:

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesterdays are buried deep—leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.

by Beryl Markham from West With The Night

Artist: Amelia Bauer

I like this.

Recipe: A New Twist on Migas

from ny times

Article: The Case for Working With Your Hands

I like this. I like this a lot.

The organization had taken certain positions, and there were some facts it was more fond of than others. As its figurehead, I was making arguments I didn’t fully buy myself. Further, my boss seemed intent on retraining me according to a certain cognitive style — that of the corporate world, from which he had recently come. This style demanded that I project an image of rationality but not indulge too much in actual reasoning.

from the nytimes.

Video: Murakami for Vuitton

Just when I was about to give up on you.

Book: Flesh and Blood by Michael Cunningham

Flesh and Blood is about the importance of people's actions on others and how their convinced belief of unimportance fucks it all up; or in other words, "Damn you Michael Cunningham for making me cry all fucking day."

Article: Poverty Goes Straight to the Brain

Another bullet point to add to the list of, "What is wrong with you?"

from Wired.

Today: What is the effin point of nostalgia?

I'm sure there's some study on it somewhere. Aurgh. Move on, move on. To what?

I don't want my life to be a repeating fractal. Every year an iteration of every month, of every day, of every hour, of every minute.

Frustration.

Because It's Always About Me.

Recent article in the New Yorker about the effects of solitary confinement on prisoners is fascinating. (Sidenote: I love Atul Gawande. I wonder if he has a Twitter feed.)

I spoke to Keron Fletcher, a former British military psychiatrist who had been on the receiving team for Anderson and many other hostages, and followed them for years afterward. Initially, Fletcher said, everyone experiences the pure elation of being able to see and talk to people again, especially family and friends. They can’t get enough of other people, and talk almost non-stop for hours. They are optimistic and hopeful. But, afterward, normal sleeping and eating patterns prove difficult to reëstablish. Some have lost their sense of time. For weeks, they have trouble managing the sensations and emotional complexities of their freedom.

Of course my immediate thought after reading the article is, what irreparable damage have I done to myself with my self-imposed isolation? Because being tortured in prison camps and locked in a grey room and terrorized by captors is exactly the same as moving to New York and not talking to anyone for a year and a half.

I still get angry when I think about you but I'm sorry I was an asshole.

Waiting for Elmo

This would have been helpful senior year of high school, Mr. Hanlon's English Honors class. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten a 'D' on my paper about that stupid, stupid play. I actually could have written ten meaningful pages on this Sesame Street version of "Waiting for Godot."

Where the Wild Things Are trailer

I can't wait for this movie. It looks lovely and amazing and I was close to tears watching the trailer. I have no idea why, it wasn't a favorite childhood book. It scared me when I was little but it was definitely a part of my childhood. Please be a good movie. Please. Please. Please.

trailer here

Artist: Zak Smith

Saw his "Gravity's Rainbow" at the Whitney Biennial a couple of years ago and was just reminded of him from the Flavorpill header.

Article (Rant?): Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

Every so often, I crawl out from under my mid-twenties rock to see what the young folks are up to. And I can't help but ask adolescent girls all across this great nation: W?T?F?

Amen, sister.
via nerve.

Photographer: Jeff Hutchens

Undecided whether I love all of
his work but I like the Mumbai photos and the orange peel on the seat in the China photos.

Video: The Social Life of Small Urban Spaces

10 minute video on youtube of an hour long documentary (research project) of the traffic of Seagram building in NY.


via kottke

Book: Lolita

Nabokov makes me despair that I can ever write anything as beautiful as a single sentence of his.