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Either/Or.
Mad linkage:
The important new dynamic in modern human communication.
The first image (fucking finally) from Joss Whedon/Drew Goddard’s Cabin In The Woods.
Are wide male faces a predictor for unethical behavior?
James Spader is joining The Office, but not as the boss, not for long.
Zadie Smith turning to speculative fiction and sci fi.
Infidelity might just keep us together.
Spike Lee to direct the American remake of Oldboy?
Above: Katie West summer print sale.
An oral history of Explosions In The Sky.
Antonia Fraser and Harold Pinter.
The paradox that was G. K. Chesteron.
Don’t let them cut off your balls, boys.
At least Glenn Beck is gone from the airwaves.
An oral history of Michael Fucking Bay.
9 steps to foolproof outdoor sex.
“In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant…. My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known—no wonder, then, that I return the love. “
-Søren Kierkegaard
Harry Potter’s favorite magic potion is booze.
Speaking of which, some of your favorite fast food chains are now serving alcohol.
Also, the “experts” are now saying that some “light drinking” may be “safe” while you’re pregnant.
And: An oral history of the Harry Potter film series.
The evils of “like” culture.
“All I want is to have incredibly violent sex.”
from here.
Massive amounts of cheating discovered in Atlanta public schools.
Topless sunbathing in the bit city.
How Charlotte’s Web was conceived.
The perfect penis.
Alfred Hitchcock recalls working with Salvador Dali.
“You are a computer salesman – I am fucking JAMES BOND.”
Ours might not be a holographic universe after all 
The Questions.
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke
And here.
And also here.
Into the woods.
Today.
Things I learned today:
There’s a difference between “malfeasance” and “misfeasance.” Chick-fil-A has this spicy ranch dressing that accompanies their salads and wraps and it’s fucking delicious, even though I hate Chick-fil-A as a corporation. The motto for this year – the year we make contact – shall be: “Conscience off, dick on!” Ricky Gervais is joining Curb Your Enthusiasm for it’s next season. Tom Petty (and the Heartbreakers) has a new album coming out today, it’s called Mojo, and I’ll probably get it for my dad for Father’s Day. Bret Easton Ellis doesn’t like female directors, but likes Andrew McCarthy. Oh, and he loves Roger Avary too, which isn’t all that surprising, I guess. Some days I feel like the singularity can’t come soon enough and today feels like one of those days. I like the idea of having funerals for celebrities even though they’re not actually dead though we might wish that their careers were.
Some of these pictures are by Tauba Auerbach, and I found them here, and one of the photos below is from right here. David Markson died twelve days ago but I didn’t find it out until today when I read it on somebody’s blog. This picture makes me laugh and makes me want to email it to Peanut St. Cosmo, but instead I’m just hyperlinking to it. No one wants to have sex to this song. Nor this one. And if they do, that’s just fucking weird.
Things I re-learned today:
Dogs have become too reliant on humans. Fucking brain zaps, you know what I’m saying? Celebrity sex parties are always interesting, unless they’re not. I would like to meet a girl with a really tremendous laugh, I think. Lawyers accept sex as payment, which doesn’t seem like news, but apparently is news. The toilet was created by a man named Thomas Crapper. Actually, that’s not true, but he greatly popularized it, though his name may not be the origin of “crap,” sadly. I’m just over the moon about Alison Brie. And Tracy Clark-Flory, of course. Life constantly feels like a race that you can’t really ever win.
I don’t care what anyone says, the word “doppelgänger” is still really cool and maybe, just maybe, I should get some badass venetian blinds for my johari window? The male gaze of the internet can be so fucking weird. And when I say that, I’m really talking about all you clavicle lovers out there. This song could get you pregnant if you’re not careful. Don’t you just want to sell everything you own and roam the country in a lamborghini? That and I really want to go swimming in the ocean right now. If not today, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then when?
“She has been condemned to death by hanging…”
What did they say the first time they were alone together in the same room? What did he say when she had removed her veil and he could see that she was not a voice but a body and therefore finite? What did she say when she discovered that she had left one locked room for another? They talked of love, naturally, though that did not keep them busy forever.
-just an excerpt from the wonderful “Marrying The Hangman” by Margaret Atwood. Pictures from here and here.
Where there’s smoke…
from Boing Boing:
Alexey Titarenko’s “City of Shadows” is a series of haunting, gorgeous long-exposure shots of street-scenes in St Petersburg, Russia. The long exposure-times turn the people in the shots into ghosts and suggestions of motion.
And this is Titarenko’s site.
