(by Elfride Nutiu)
posting because idyllic and I’m in the middle of rage insomnia because of some things that happened today involving my old flat
annabel lee / edgar allan poe (read by ben whishaw)
To be sung as a slow lament:
I thought you were miiiiiiiine
I thought you were miiiiiiine
Oh if only they could see
How much you mean to me
Everyone wants a squirt
And I guess that doesn’t hurt
I thought you were miiiiine
seven people problems
I also have a feeling that someone used my toothbrush
Last night I finally picked up the programme for the Melbourne International Film Festival (MIFF) and started working my way through, deciding what films I wanted to see and what I can actually fit into my schedule.
I finally finished this afternoon.
My final cut is 22 films, and that is excluding everything I know will be released at my work after the festival.
This is positive. And so expensive.
But so worth it.
There is an abundance of fish in the sea. But tonight, I would like to speak about wood. There are many times in the world when the phone rings and someone is inquiring about wood. This happens primarily at lumber yards and in this case, it’s necessary to have a phone. It is only natural that trees are growing and that they are made of wood. Much happiness can come from observing a tree and the same can be said about observing the many shapes fashioned out of wood. Quite often when when we are talking about beauty, we are talking about wood. Thank you very much!
David Lynch channels the Log Lady at the LA premiere of Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me deleted footage
The woman in the blue coat approached me by the United Nations building yesterday, and said: ‘There is an interesting man around the corner that you should photograph. I don’t know his name, but everyday he stands directly across from the UN, and says ‘God Bless You’ to everyone who walks past. I’ve always sort of viewed him as the conscience of the world.’
'Let's go together,' I said, and she agreed to bring me to where he was standing. When we finally found the man, I asked for his photo, and he cheerfully agreed. But he pointed at a nearby wall:
"Let’s take the photo under that scripture," he said.
Y E S