Tried to buy your love, but I came up short
So I fucked a little waitress in exchange for a snort
My girl's got a dick hangin' out of her shorts
Me and Eric in the bathroom with the weather report
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Gob, Arrested Development
Sunday, November 25, 2007
The Baron in the Trees - Italo Calvino
There is the moment when the silence of the countryside gathers in the ear and breaks into a myriad of sounds:a croaking and squeaking, a swift rustle in the grass, a plop in the water, a pattering on earth and pebbles, and high above all, the call of the cicada, The sounds follow one another, and the ear eventually discerns more and more of them--just as fingers unwinding a ball of wool feel each fiber interwoven with progressively thinner and less palpable threads, The frogs continue croaking in the background without changing the flow of sounds, just as light does not vary from the continues winking of stars, But at every rise or fall of the wind every sound changes and is renewed. All that remains in the inner recess of the ear is a vague murmur: the sea.
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It is something that has never left me since that night, the realization of my good fortune in having a bed, clean sheets, a soft mattress! And as that went through my mind, which had been fixed for so many hours and so completely on the person we all had on our minds, I dozed off and so fell asleep.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test - Tom Wolfe
Even devoted surfing cliques like the Pump House Gang--the mysterioso sea and all that!--are easing into The Life, and some move up the beach from the Pump House, away from everlasting sets of goodsurfing waves they used to wait for like Phrygian sacristans, up from the Pump House to the Parking Lot, where they sit in cars with special amethyst-tinted windows and grok in fullness the Pacific sun as it comes through the weird glass and the cops wonder what in hell they're doing in cars all day instead of being on the beach, and they roust them and search the cars and find nothing, but warn--We know you kids are drinking beer out here... Beer!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Almost Cut My Hair - Crosby, Stills & Nash
Friday, November 16, 2007
Freaks (1932)
Phroso: "So you finally got wise to yourself, did you? The funny thing about you women is most of you don't get wise soon enough. You wait until your so old nobody wants you."
Venus: "Nobody does, most of the time."
Phroso: "You ought to be tickled to death; you're washed up with him. You're not so hard to look at... Give yourself a tumble, you'll make the grade!"
Venus: "Nobody does, most of the time."
Phroso: "You ought to be tickled to death; you're washed up with him. You're not so hard to look at... Give yourself a tumble, you'll make the grade!"
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Jay Duplass, Director
"If your first movie is great, you probably lucked out and you're gonna get knocked on your ass. Everyone I know who is having success in film right now is there because of persistence. Not persistence in terms of fighting for your vision -- we're flexible with our vision. However, what we're not flexible about is not making movies. That's what you need to be pursuing."
Monday, November 5, 2007
Gattaca (1997)
The Man Who Planted Trees, Jean Giono
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)
"You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother... She was the biggest whore in Alameda, and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month, he must've been a happy man."
"How can you trust a man that wears both a belt and suspenders... a man can't even trust his own pants?"
"How can you trust a man that wears both a belt and suspenders... a man can't even trust his own pants?"
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Big Fish, Daniel Wallace
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Midnight Cowboy (1969)
Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
Three Ten to Yuma (1957)
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