(Team Zissou-Kanye Wes by Phil Howell)
To: Arielle
x alyssa
(Source: hatedxloving, via kanyewesanderson)
Bill Murray colouring-in book. Feeling thankful for another way to worship this wonderful human bean.
x arielle
From Clare to me: hey - so………lets bring some air drying clay to teralba and make cups? and then paint them? i mean, or bowls, or whatever. We are going to make some amazing things. x arielle
Goodbye fluorescent lighting, takeaway lattes and pavement blues.
I’m goin’ bush.
Hurrah!
xx
arielle
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 oldloves)
Travelling last year was a royal pain.
A third-world passport doesn’t get you very far. Plus, with the craziest restrictions on my movements, the trip felt more like a jail term than a holiday at times. I also kept having to wait while European airport officials handed my passport around. They’d never seen a Papua New Guinean passport before and were almost giddy about it.
“Yes, yes, I know I’ve come a long way. Can I board my plane please?” Sheesh.
SO anyway…. I finally got my citizenship! All I have to do is the lamo Pledge ceremony then I’m ~ fooollly legit ~ !!
Woo hoo. I’m actually more excited by the fact that…
1. I can basically travel and live anywhere ;
2. I can no longer be deported for anything (hehhh hehh) ; aaaand
3. I no longer have to marry just for residency.
Now it’s just for da cash cash moneyzzz & da dolla dolla billz! Yyyeww!
x alyssa
••• I made a mixtape. This is in memory of an Epic Fail of a journey I took to hell and back •••
Intro: Departure from Cairo by Digitalism
1. Runnin’ by J Dilla feat The Pharcyde
2. Fancy Clown by Madvillain
3. Kill you by JJ
4. Manhattan (Ryan Hemsworth remix) by Cat Power feat. Angel Haze
5. Overdone by XXYYXX feat. Anneka
6. Guilt (Pantha du Prince remix) by The Long Blondes
7. The Look (King Krule remix) by Metronomy
8. Ride home by Skrillex
9. Someone else by Pure X
10. Swimming pool (Seekae remix) by Ghoul
Outro: A Nomad’s Retreat by Pantha du Prince
x alyssa
A cob of corn was sitting on a park bench, when in a sudden fit of nerves it’s kernels all fell out. The bald cob tried to pick them back up and cover itself but without hands this was a rather pointless, saddening exercise. Everybody looked away in pity.
A bug crossed the street while putting on sunglasses. Everybody freaked out.
Torn Curtain, 1966, Alfred Hitchcock
Cinematography: John F. Warren
Movies in color! What a great idea!
- alyssa
A court in the US has heard how a woman drugged her husband’s tofu, chopped off his penis with a 10-inch kitchen knife and threw it in the garbage disposal. (via)
Hell hath no fury. All I’m sayin.
Alyssa
I remember my young love, Jay, once embarrassingly confessed that he actually really loved a JT song. It wasn’t that it was terrible, I mean the song was fun, but we always took a pride in not liking all the shit that everyone else did, so it was a hard knock to realise on occasions that mainstream music wasn’t entirely deplorable. He made me promise not to tell and I said ok, but many years have passed now, so I hope he doesn’t mind. I laughed at the time because I thought it was funny, but I have recently listened to JT’s new album and I find myself in a position where I love it. The thing that weirds me out though is that the songs are all about ladies & love, but he is with Jessica Biel, surely one of the most ordinary-seeming girls on the face of the planet. Does this mean they were written for her? Does she match him on the dancefloor? Tell a good joke? Look great in a towel? Is she that interesting, or were they written by other tortured writers for him to sing and dance prettily to? Confused, is me.
All the big questions, tonight.
arielle
