“I take a picture very quickly and instantly forget about it. Not for good, but for the time being. Suddenly I just feel like I have to take a picture. Sometimes I’ll leave the house with a fully loaded camera and end up with nothing. It’s just about being there. Anywhere. Even the most uninteresting, ugly or boring places can for an instant become magical to me.”
Philosophical question-question session with friend on a Facebook wall.
Have you ever created something that ended up defining you, after you’d finished defining it?
Can life get easier if you try harder?
Via About.com interview with Daft Punk:
DMA: So, how about all the girls who love you?
Thomas and Guy-Manuel just look at each other and start babbling in French. This concludes our interview.
I am updating all of my quick thoughts on my Twitter page.
Via Wikipedia:
The identification with Canada and the ownership and production by other countries has led to mix-ups in the consumer market. For instance, when the brand was boycotted in some parts of the United States because of Canada’s non-participation in the 2003 invasion of Iraq, the Texan producers and British owners of Canada Dry complained that the boycott was misguided, since Canada Dry was not produced or owned by Canadians.
“You know what that means?” Her voice quivered. She brow-beat me with her thy, which I would have taken more seriously had it not been for her enormous gesticulating nostrils.
Real butter on our popcorn.
Try muttering that to yourself all day and you’ll know how I feel.
“The peak of our civilization !!! The peak of our civilization and 90 percent of us think all we have is fucking “The OC” on TV and get to vote for lowly politicians. But guess what ITS NOT TRUE!!!! WE HAVE LOUD MUSIC IN THE DESERT!!!! WE HAVE GOOD NEW FRIENDS!!! we have hilarious jokes and good dope, fresh air in the new sunrise, hands in the air rejoice, we are together for a few hours, children of the beat, the few the proud, we the people who can laugh from our hearts.”
From Rithma’s blog. He’s been through a lot.
I have a pretty cool english teacher this term. He sent us an email giving us a backstory on everything that’s happened in book we are reading now, “Agamemnon.” Here’s what he wrote:
In case you don’t remember from “The Odyssey.”Trojan — dudes of Troy– royalty comes to Greece to party at the home of King Menelaus husband of the ridiculously hot Helen who was hotter than even I would be if I were a woman and we all know that I would be so hot. Menelaus shows off his hottie wife saying, “My gal is red hot; your gal is doodly-squat.”
Paris, Trojan prince, says to Helen, “I got what it takes to take what you got.” Convinces her to come away back to Troy. She goes.
Menelaus wakes up after the party and finds hottie wife Helen gone. Okay, so maybe not after the party, but wife is gone and Paris has stolen her.
Menelaus calls his Greek Royal Posse: Odysseus, Agamemnon and others. Menelaus says, “I’ve been disrespected. Gotta go to Troy, take my wife back, kick butt, sack city, rape, pillage, plunder.”
Agamemnon says: I’m down. Says goodbye to his wife Clytemnestra. “Be back soon, baby,” he says. “No problem. Month . . . tops.” Decides to take beautiful 15 year old daughter Iphigenia with him and his thousands of troops. They load the boats.
But far at sea, Agamemnon’s boats . . . stop moving. No wind. All sun. No wind comes. No
Now read to find out what Agamemnon does and then imagine how Clytemnestra feels about it when she gets wind of it.
Okay, so the Prophet tells him to sacrifice his daughter to save his army. He does so, but read that text.
Clytemnestra finds out. Angry. Swears revenge.
Agamemnon gone a long time. Long, long time. 10 years! During which time Clytemnestra plots revenge with her new good thang, Aegisthus.
Agamemnon comes home. “Hi Honey!”