Oh god, this episode! It brings tears to my eyes every. dang. time. (via thegreg)
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Oh god, this episode! It brings tears to my eyes every. dang. time. (via thegreg)
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(via Movie Interview - Wim Wenders on ‘Pina’ : NPR)
I have been thinking about this film and Pina Bausch’s extraordinary talent and powerful expression. I highly recommend moving this to the top of your list to see.
Oscar nominated for Best Documentary! Go see it whilst you still can in proper theater 3D style.
So this trailer for the upcoming LCD Soundsystem documentary about their last show looks fucking great.
Yes it does.
Americans make up half of the world’s richest 1% (via beenthinking)
It only takes $34,000 a year, after taxes, per person, to be among the richest 1% in the world….
Perspective.
Bill Murray on Gilda Radner:
“Gilda got married and went away. None of us saw her anymore. There was one good thing: Laraine had a party one night, a great party at her house. And I ended up being the disk jockey. She just had forty-fives, and not that many, so you really had to work the music end of it. There was a collection of like the funniest people in the world at this party. Somehow Sam Kinison sticks in my brain. The whole Monty Python group was there, most of us from the show, a lot of other funny people, and Gilda. Gilda showed up and she’d already had cancer and gone into remission and then had it again, I guess. Anyway she was slim. We hadn’t seen her in a long time. And she started doing, “I’ve got to go,” and she was just going to leave, and I was like, “Going to leave?” It felt like she was going to really leave forever.
So we started carrying her around, in a way that we could only do with her. We carried her up and down the stairs, around the house, repeatedly, for a long time, until I was exhausted. Then Danny did it for a while. Then I did it again. We just kept carrying her; we did it in teams. We kept carrying her around, but like upside down, every which way—over your shoulder and under your arm, carrying her like luggage. And that went on for more than an hour—maybe an hour and a half—just carrying her around and saying, “She’s leaving! This could be it! Now come on, this could be the last time we see her. Gilda’s leaving, and remember that she was very sick—hello?”
We worked all aspects of it, but it started with just, “She’s leaving, I don’t know if you’ve said good-bye to her.” And we said good-bye to the same people ten, twenty times, you know.
And because these people were really funny, every person we’d drag her up to would just do like five minutes on her, with Gilda upside down in this sort of tortured position, which she absolutely loved. She was laughing so hard we could have lost her right then and there.
It was just one of the best parties I’ve ever been to in my life. I’ll always remember it. It was the last time I saw her.”- from Live from New York: an Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live
(via huffingtonpost)
Here are Give Me Something To Read’s highlights of the year. This list is comprised of my favourites and reader favourites, selected from articles posted here in 2011 (limited to those originally published in 2011). Open this post in your browser to make use of the Read Later button accompanying each link.
I read 8 of these and plan to read more. I suggest you do the same.
As much as I may want (or have wanted) it to be so, books haven’t been a sufficient comfort or diversion as I prepared to lose my boobs, then lost them, and began trying to adjust to their absence from my body. If I pick a book up, I’ll read a few pages before setting it aside because the end just seems too far away, the time and attention it requires, too exhausting. I don’t have the energy or patience for any of it. In the months before surgery, my attention span was shot through by relentless bullets of anxiety, the salve for which—it soon became clear—was not being left alone with my own head, a pile of paper, and a bunch of words written by some stranger; since the surgery, my attention span seems to have vanished under a haze of painkillers, muscle relaxers, and exhaustion.
(via peterwknox)
Goodbye Earl—Dixie Chicks
I’ve only had two friends in my life that I would catch a red-eye for and help to dispose of a body. I would open a fruit stand with either of them as well, but I’m not sure we’d turn a profit…
One of those friends shares my office and reads my blog. So, office-mate, no matter what happens, remember that I will always help you dispose of a body and open a road-side stand.
LOL, I knew I needed to procrastinate on tumblr! Jebus crap, these damn pregnancy hormones. Crying and laughing at the same time is so complicated. SERIOUSLY!
I think the shock of multitudes of change and of facing the unknown might slowly be fading to hoping for great things for you and for me. New chapters and all that jazz…. So here’s to knowing that whatever the future brings we will be ready, possibly with shovels. And maybe ducktape. And freshly made bread and knit socks <3
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