there were wrecks and wrecks, the keeper said

lipstick vogue - elvis costello

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 08:50:26 +0900

lipstick vogue - elvis costello

how's the weather way up there on your bandwagon?

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 06:59:00 +0900

TOMMY IT’S SO RAINY AND COLD AND ASHAMED.

(the ridiculous ask feature is enabled, but i’m probably not going to publish that shit on tumblr. let’s g-mail.)

we will always live in these houses

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 12:05:00 +0900

we will always live in these houses

From an article on Lonely Planet called “Cities You Really...

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 11:20:00 +0900

From an article on Lonely Planet called “Cities You Really Hate”

Seoul, South Korea – According to one comment, ‘It’s an appallingly repetitive sprawl of freeways and Soviet-style concrete apartment buildings, horribly polluted, with no heart or spirit to it. So oppressively bland that the populace is driven to alcoholism.’

I’ll admit that this is partially right and the Korea-in-my-mind is actually Japan, but Seoul is still aces. It’s just not the kind of place a tour book could “get.” It takes time to love Seoul or an experienced guide, but it’s very, very lovable.

p.s. This is not the finest piece of jounalism out there, but it’s total Korea Times bait. If they get a hold of it, there will be a RECKONING.

Paris 1962 candids Photo by Tom Palumbo This set is pretty...

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 08:44:48 +0900

Paris 1962 candids

Photo by Tom Palumbo

This set is pretty amazing. It’s ridiculous that these are all candid shots; the bulk of them look like they could be film stills.

via @kottke, theuntalentedmrripley:waxandmilk:

my color scheme is looking at you. you are not looking at it.

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 07:50:42 +0900

my color scheme is looking at you. you are not looking at it.

muh youth. leather, velvet, and fur. (via prettysmart)

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 06:32:00 +0900

muh youth. leather, velvet, and fur.

(via prettysmart)

In One PieceJ. Michael Walgren Some individuals will call it a...

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 19:33:00 +0900

In One Piece
J. Michael Walgren

Some individuals will call it a corridor. There’s a long scent of words I can put to use;
(the silvery fog coming from the outside vent.)

I am striving for abbreviations:
Stow each language inside of a pocket like airplane engines; the others will

Linger over silvery adjectives. So calm & unbelievable.

From Chronicles of a Lousy WerewolfMichael Ogletree I wish my heart was a heart but instead...

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 19:27:00 +0900

From Chronicles of a Lousy Werewolf
Michael Ogletree

I wish my heart was a heart
but instead it’s only a drum
beating my feet into my mouth.

new elimae is awesome awesome.

chaperoning a quick trip to one of korea’s infamous...

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 09:45:00 +0900

chaperoning a quick trip to one of korea’s infamous english villages. looking at clonehenge and a replica of thomas jefferson’s house. terrifying!

floor - micachu

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 07:38:00 +0900

floor - micachu

acid blizzard.

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 06:42:00 +0900

acid blizzard.

we’re going to let you sail and sail. you send us a...

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 22:54:00 +0900

we’re going to let you sail and sail. you send us a postcard if you ever get there.

“up in the air” was sort of a movie about that song nowhere man by the beatles. it was as quirky/funny as it was existential, and despite taking place mostly in airports and dying office spaces, i thought a great deal of it was beautifully shot. i liked it so much more than i thought i would.

9th wonder - digable planets

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 19:03:22 +0900

9th wonder - digable planets

“W.B. Yeats’ copyright expired! I am all over quoting long chunks of that without regard...

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 12:49:00 +0900

“W.B. Yeats’ copyright expired! I am all over quoting long chunks of that without regard to fair use. The center cannot hold, y’all”

(via the illustrious, c.t. phone home)

dig for fire - the pixies

Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:53:25 +0900

dig for fire - the pixies

Photo

Sat, 02 Jan 2010 01:12:00 +0900

drunken tiger - monster it’s the year of the tiger. if you...

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 04:50:00 +0900

drunken tiger - monster

it’s the year of the tiger. if you were born in 1986, it’s your spirit animal. i read on a menu in a restaurant that people who are tigers are cousins to oxes. they often wear dark suits. they fear hyundais and they only eat blue moon ice cream. these things are usually right.

(@ amy)

in the new year - the walkmen my heart’s in the strangest...

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 02:17:00 +0900

in the new year - the walkmen

my heart’s in the strangest place/that’s how it started/and that’s how it ends

the balance of things.

Thu, 31 Dec 2009 11:18:00 +0900

the last few days i feel like i’ve been cut up with meat scissors and roasted slowly on the galbi. my head teacher (bu jeong nim), because of whatever napoleon complex she’s currently afflicted with, has been making up these bogus rules during the last few days she has to torture me. two days ago, she grabbed one of those cute benie/berets all of us twenty something teachers are wearing from my very head and banned me from wearing it. today, it’s headphones. it’s straight up crazy and maybe a wee bit racist since the rules seem to only apply to me. (i’m a relatively docile girl who tries to do what i’m told. the vice principal called me PURE today. PURE!)

exhaustion has set in, too. the korean teachers have been preparing for their kickin vacations while i’ve been preparing four weeks of “winter camp” by my lonesome. i haven’t slept in about two days or so and i just handed in an amazon acre of lesson plans. (promptly shoved in the dark abyss of the closet!) i’m not complaining because all this is in our incredibly vague contract and now that the planning’s done, i’ll get to chill for the most part. i’m just emoting. better here than out loud to myself on the street. which is definitely what i did after the beanie/beret incident.

and more importantly, i’m emoting because the universe is on my side. at least for today. three of my students told me they are entering study abroad programs at my suggestion and another boy just gave me homemade vegan cookies from his mother. i’m eating them right now. that kind of stuff makes me feel like a vibrating bomb of goodwill and gunpowder. (i can not get on airplanes right now! i will explode mother fucking happiness!)

and it’s new year’s eve. i have tomorrow off. tonight, i’m going to meet my friends and sip whiskey while father time swallows up 2009 and this psycho minnie mouse woman like the tiny olives they are. can’t beat the universe guys.