On certain days, there are moments when I feel like one of the characters in a Wes Anderson movie. Dysfunctional, neurotic, idiosyncratic and a feeling of something that has come unstuck.
And it’s Anderson’s ability to portray the normalcy in being _abnormal_ that sets him apart in today’s mainstream cinema.
There’s no story if there isn’t some conflict. The memorable things are usually not how pulled together everybody is. I think everybody feels lonely and trapped sometimes. I would think it’s more or less the norm.
(Source: Alex Ogle)
Magnificent.
I could watch it for hours. So peaceful.
Personally, I think dubstep is equivalent to taking a very sharp and long screw and _screwing_ it into your skull.
The kids are far more eloquent.
(Source: Kottke)
So as the film series progressed, I continued to go alone but did notice the same people sitting in my general vicinity every week, staking out their favorite seats too. I noticed one person in particular, a smiling cutie with big blue eyes and a bob haircut. I could almost sense when she entered the theater. I would note where she sat down, then quickly would go back to my book.
Cute.
(Source: Sebastin Kolman)
A collage of sounds used by Darren Aronofsky.
Flickr was the place for image storage and organization. Plus it was the best place to find great photo content. Now, it’s just sad.
(Source: @legalnomads)
From the 1920s. Most of the _thugs_ look very respectable and impeccably dressed.

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On being asked, what would be the best intellectual training for a would-be writer, Hemingway quips,
Let’s say that he should go out and hang himself because he finds that writing well is impossibly difficult. Then he should be cut down without mercy and forced by his own self to write as well as he can for the rest of his life. At least he will have the story of the hanging to commence with.
And on being asked if he followed a certain process while writing,
When I am working on a book or a story I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write. You read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there. You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again. You have started at six in the morning, say, and may go on until noon or be through before that. When you stop you are as empty, and at the same time never empty but filling, as when you have made love to someone you love. Nothing can hurt you, nothing can happen, nothing means anything until the next day when you do it again. It is the wait until the next day that is hard to get through.
The complete interview is worth a read.
(Source: Gruber)
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