“I feel that a true artist doesn’t have a right to be into sports. It’s like high school: either you are a jock or an artist. You can’t be both.”—E from Eels, precisely articulating my (inaccurate but unswayable) feelings on the matter.
“I’m not sure our movie passes the Bechdel test entirely and I think that it’s important. For us we have a lot of producers that were female who had concerns and we were always constantly saying to ourselves: Are we just a bunch of white guys sitting here making this movie from our own myopic point of view? … I think it’s forcing us to look at how we make a sequel and turn that into something that’s more powerful and special.”—-Lego Movie editor and sequel director Chris McKay [via]
“But Ilana is not cruel. She in fact, feels like a female Bill Murray character, a combination I have never encountered before. She’s Venkman in a midriff-bearing T-shirt: a woman who does whatever she wants but with so much affable myopia you end up admiring her. It’s not how most people do things, but if your job doesn’t pay you, why not take a nap? If you have hemorrhoids and you find yourself at the vet, why not ask about them? Ilana is uniquely unburdened by what people think of her. If that sometimes makes her a jerk, it also makes her a unicorn—a rare being that, once spotted, you don’t take your eyes off.”—
“For isn’t it odd that the only language I have in which to speak of this crime is the language of the criminal who committed the crime? And what can that really mean? For the language of the criminal can contain only the goodness of the criminal’s deed. The language of the criminal can explain and express the deed only from the criminal’s point of view. It cannot contain the horror of the deed, the injustice of the deed, the agony, the humiliation inflicted on me. When I say to the criminal, “This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong,” or “This deed is bad, and this other deed is bad, and this one is also very, very bad,” the criminal understands the “wrong” in this way: It is wrong when “he” doesn’t get his fair share of profits from the crime just committed; he understands the word “bad” in this way: a fellow criminal betrayed a trust. That must be why, when I say, “I am filled with rage,” the criminal says, “But why?””—Jamaica Kincaid (via kawrage)
Remember listening to this shamelessly simplistic, ruthlessly heavy type of metalcore as a teenager and having to do it all secretively since it wasn’t up to snuff with the technical, Swedish, whatever metal I was into. (And was a whole different “scene.” So important, those teenage “scenes.”) Great to go back and enjoy as an adult, no-baggage–style.
When things are nearby, they’re concrete and you can see the details of the things. On the other hand, when things are far away, they’re much more abstract. So thinking about things that are near and far puts us in different mental states. When you think about things nearby, you see the details, and so when a creative idea comes along, the first thing you ask is, can it work?
[But] most creative ideas are risky and the risks are obvious when you look at the details, so when you think about it with this detail-oriented mindset, you’re more likely to shoot the idea down. On the other hand, when you’re thinking about things that are far away, you’re in a more abstract frame of mind and so the first question you ask is not will this work; you’re more open to seeing the creative possibilities.
Last night after the No Regrets event I took the F home and there were two incredibly drunk guys in my car, middle-aged white guys in button-down shirts, not young fratty bros. They were hugging a pole in the middle of the crowded car, talking to each other loudly, moving unsteadily, slurring their words. I was worried, like I am 50% of the time on the subway at night, that vomit might happen on or near me. But they were only bothering each other, til they started talking to a woman who was sitting in the outer seat of a two-seat facing them, effectively underneath them, such that to talk to her one of them had to put his hand on the metal pole right behind her head so that he was sort of crouching over her. She had big, obvious neon green headphones on and I couldn’t see her face because of the direction her seat was facing. And she had a book open, but they were talking to her anyway. I couldn’t hear anything she said. She laughed at one point but to me it sounded like an uncomfortable laugh. Everyone else in the car was looking at these guys, looking at her, looking at each other, saying nothing. And then the louder of the two guys I guess wanted to get her attention because maybe she went back to her book and stopped nervously appeasing him so he reached over and touched her shoulder, not hard, just like “hey,”
DON’T TOUCH HER, I screamed.
"Whuh? Hey, I’m just … mind your business, we’re just talking," or whatever nonsense, he slurred.
DON’T TOUCH WOMEN AND DON’T TALK TO THEM. YOU’RE DRUNK. SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU. DON’T TOUCH WOMEN AND DON’T TALK TO THEM, I screamed.
He protested, he called me “McSweeney’s” (!!) and he called me some other names, including, of course, “crazy,” But other women in the car chimed in, telling him to lay off, back off, calm down. And I got off at the next stop, so I don’t know what else happened.
…from one Tumblr vet to everyone out there, thank you so much for supporting me and making this thing that I do matter. I love entertainment and all that comes with it, so it’s been an incredible privilege to share my tastes and silly thoughts with such a passionate audience. Thank you also to everyone I’ve met and gotten to work with as a result of this thing, for shaping me as a professional social media, writer person. Now back to the regularly scheduled nonsense.
Alex does a fantastic job giving everyone something fun and interesting to scroll through, but he also provides a truly fundamental aggregation space for entertainment writers to sift through. His news judgment is impeccable and he’s a great guy and he goes to enough movies and Broadway shows to make us all jealous. Happy tumblrbirthday, man.
Best Stephen King Novels I Finally Checked Off in My Lifelong Quest: Hearts in Atlantis, Dolores Claiborne — both seriously excellent. (Continuing to nag me from the shelves, meanwhile: The Tommyknockers, Dreamcatcher, The Regulators, Danse Macabre, The Bachman Books.)
Favorite Music/Book Pairing of the Year: Teju Cole’s Open City x Kendrick Lamar’s good kid, m.A.A.d city
Books I Now Know I Can Chuck If I Have to Make Space: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, The Middlesteins by Jaime Attenberg and This Is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper (although the last two are audiobooks — I’ll put ‘em on CDs and give put those out on my stoop, just to be symbolically consistent) [And I am not linking any of these books. I’m just not. Sorry.]
Coolest Interview I Got to Do About a Book I’ve Almost Completely Forgotten: Elizabeth Strout, author of 2013’s The Burgess Boys and the 2009 Pulitzer winner, Olive Kitteridge
Favorite Bookish Interview I Got to Do in 2013: Stephen King’s sons, Owen King and Joe Hill, simultaneously over Skype
that 'step' remix is rly good. u rly do ur thing with verses about love bruh
Thanks, There are four songs about love out of eleven on my solo album. Two are produced by Diplo, one is produced by and featuring King Drippa (formerly of Keepaway, producers of “Amazing” by Das Racist) and one is produced by and featuring Dev Hynes who also played a beautiful guitar line inspired by Bollywood on it.
"There’s so much that’s important about art in a situation [of political upheaval]. First off, you have such a huge young population, and those are the people that wanna create. Art stems from adversity and crazy shit going on; that’s when you get the best stuff. And it also takes people’s minds off it, so you don’t have all this wild shit going on all the time, you have better things to do. If you didn’t have distractions you’d just think about how sad everything is, like, your grandpa’s gonna die and then you’re gonna be a grandpa and you’re gonna die. Distractions are awesome.
Had a great long conversation with Jared from the Black Lips. The band did a basically unprecedented Middle Eastern tour and filmed a compelling documentary/awesome concert film about it.
Donald Glover uses so many forehead-slapping punchlines and embarrassing rhymes, but he secretly has a lot to say. He’s got an annoying voice half the time, but killer flow all the time. And he has all the beats. Excited to press play on because the internet today.
“If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.
– Dorothy Parker”—(via thetinhouse)
Toni Morrison’s Sula, Jonathan Franzen’s The Corrections, Jane Hamilton’s The Book of Ruth, Jennifer Egan’s Look at Me, Dorothy West’s The Wedding, Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity (MAYBE…I still need to revisit), David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas, Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park, Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Half of a Yellow Sun, and then a few by Stephen King, my all-time favorite, would be Lisey’s Story, ‘Salem’s Lot, and On Writing.