La Beauté d’Entropie.

“september is a month like any other and unlike any other. it seems in september everything awaited will arrive: in the calm air, in a particular scent, in the stillness of the quay. when september comes, i know i’m going to lose myself.”

~Reina María Rodríguez, from memory of water

On The Edge, Andrew Wyeth

Jill Scott | “Lovely Day” (Bill Withers Cover) on Hidden Beach Records. As heard on Gilles Peterson’s last show on Radio 1 BBC last night. Thanks for all the great music over the years, Gilles.

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Fleet Foxes cover I Wanna Dance with Somebody.

She was my first tape,

my third grade self switching the heads on my sister’s Barbies

and making them perform Whitney and Madonna.

This version…le sigh, le swoon.

Been walking around with this monologue in my mind for a week, over and over, trying to figure what film it calls home.  I’ve found it, and have listened to it four times again so far.  Anyhow, 6:48pm on a Friday night, and I’m in a cafe, writing.  It seems I am re-becoming myself.

this makes me feel things.

Lovely, True.

Robert Longo’s Perfect Gods.

hyperrealism at it’s best.

how much do we love robert longo?

kurtz433:

zorak, king of the bamboo plant

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Dedicated keepers at the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust’s Nairobi Elephant Nursery in Kenya protect baby Shukuru from the cold and rain, and the risk of pneumonia, with a custom-made raincoat. 

foto:  Michael Nichols

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o, and ps,

this is my arm.

(made so by the lovely badassery of one mister Clay Willoughby.)

I’m not telling you to make the world better,

because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package.

I’m just telling you to live in it.

Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it,

but to live in it. To look at it.

To try to get the picture.

To live recklessly.

To take chances.

To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment.

And if you ask me why you should bother to do that,

I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place,

but none I think do there embrace.

Nor do they sing there,

or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon,

or touch their children.

And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.

~Joan Didion

— Some days…

all i want is some Feist & The Constantines

and Joan Didion.

(o, hai, my house.)

by the lovely kayheight, 059 on Flickr.

How beautiful is this video by director NABIL for Bon Iver’s Holocene?

…and at once i knew i was not magnificent.
high above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
and i could see for miles, miles, miles…

(so, so beautiful.  that’s how.)

I work well toward personal goals.