January 2009
2 tags
there's a wicked-slow car chase on tv right now,
and it’s making me love la, randy newman style.
is your bed made?
(via dragonflyleadlight)
the peter gabriel/hot chip cover is so perfect.
and it feels so unnatural to sing your own name.
4 tags
motorcycle diaries 2: royally screwed →
it just gets worse.
3 tags
3 tags
we take care of our own →
bullshit.
just about every sunday of my pre-commons terrorizing youth was spent there; my dad’s mother lived (survived) until she peaced out in a stale, stained, sheetless bedsore-magnet inside its hallowed walls.
granted, she was not an actress, day player, extra, or guild member.
she did spend nearly three decades of blood, sweat and tears maternally caring for the sick, injured,...
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is there any hope?
“make more loans?” mr. hope said. “we’re not going to change…to accommodate the needs of the public sector as they see it to have us make more loans.”
i find it a quiet sadness, a vacant home. those empty dwellings; lives hurried, rushed. disorder and disarray. families exhumed from their resting place; drowning, again. memories, like wildfires, fade and die; dreams of ash current ride,...
smart one, goodell →
finally, the nfl does something from the heart.
just not here.
9 tags
a new beginning
i find it humorous that the 2009 north american car of the year is from south korea.
more fun - other geneses throughout the years:
two dudes, homies since day five
i can’t dance / i can’t talk. the only thing about me is the way i walk. i can’t dance / i can’t sing i’m just standing here selling.
somewhere in a 2d world, a blue, mohawked hedgehog is...