bitten tongue.

There is a pool of blood in my mouth from a bitten tongue.
Aug
28th
Thu
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Take off the suit and if you want to go one-on-one, two-on-one, and put a couple of you guys together—they all like to put the comic book characters together—come at me.
— Max Payne (because Wahlberg is that method) throws the gauntlet down to the dude with bronchitis and pointy eared mask. (via /Film)
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Oh, “Priority Notice,” Discover.  This must be important.
Aug
27th
Wed
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Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho.

Back at work.  I forgot how effin’ grumpy everyone is lately.
Aug
26th
Tue
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“Bye bye, aeroplane. Daddy, I want more aeroplanes!”
“Bye bye, aeroplane. Daddy, I want more aeroplanes!”
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When is someone going to call Romney a whore to his face.
Aug
25th
Mon
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All I care about is walking around and getting head.
— Ah, New York.
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“They exist at the intersection of humanity and technology.” - Whitney
While they bring the lighting and video trappings of large “arena” bands like U2 and Coldplay, Radiohead differs greatly in that they have not settled on a formula.  On stage, in front of 20,000 people, they are still artists, experimenting, creating, and enjoying.  
Live, Johnny Greenwood stands out the most (particularly post Blood) as a musical impresario, hopping from instrument to tool to computer to instrument, evoking from a guitar unholy and beautiful sounds.  Thom Yorke stretches his voice still, from falsetto to almost spoken voice at times, and Ed O’Brien will not hesitate from putting his guitar on the ground and tweaking it on his knees.
Even though I had to rush away to the airport, the band again delivered an “experience,” the elusive feeling a great live show causes where you feel you saw something special and unique yet somehow universal.  In short, art, really fucking enjoyable art. 

“They exist at the intersection of humanity and technology.” - Whitney

While they bring the lighting and video trappings of large “arena” bands like U2 and Coldplay, Radiohead differs greatly in that they have not settled on a formula.  On stage, in front of 20,000 people, they are still artists, experimenting, creating, and enjoying.  

Live, Johnny Greenwood stands out the most (particularly post Blood) as a musical impresario, hopping from instrument to tool to computer to instrument, evoking from a guitar unholy and beautiful sounds.  Thom Yorke stretches his voice still, from falsetto to almost spoken voice at times, and Ed O’Brien will not hesitate from putting his guitar on the ground and tweaking it on his knees.

Even though I had to rush away to the airport, the band again delivered an “experience,” the elusive feeling a great live show causes where you feel you saw something special and unique yet somehow universal.  In short, art, really fucking enjoyable art. 

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The whirlwind just became a light breeze

Meeting got pushed to tomorrow. In New York for the night. Yay?
Aug
24th
Sun
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Living with a girl, I now have “stationary” at my disposal.
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The Problem With Healthcare In America

In my monthly billing statement, there are boxes for five digits before the decimal point.
Aug
23rd
Sat
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A nice little short by Rian Brick Johnson that mixes La Jetee with a bit of David O. Russell in Johnson’s unique visual style.

brothersbloom:

“The Psychology of Dream Analysis,” a little DV short my cameraman Steve Yedlin and I made six years ago, before Brick.  Presented with not a little self doubt for your enjoyment.
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Starting tomorrow, there and back again in exactly 24 hours.  Watch out, Tuesday.
Starting tomorrow, there and back again in exactly 24 hours.  Watch out, Tuesday.
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Autosave would be amazing if it weren’t so g.d. annoying.
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Plot has killed script. Back in the day plot was a slightly sketchy framework for character development. The scripts I read now, the characters are there to supply the plot. It’s all to do with a misguided idea that the function of cinema is somehow to be realistic. I think the function of cinema is to be poetic and magic and original.
— I don’t always agree with Mike Figgis’ films (I mean, come on, Timecode?), but this is pretty on the money.
Aug
22nd
Fri
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Photos from my cousin’s wedding last month have posted online.  For some reason, in all of the one-shots of me for the wedding party I have a half-cocked smile that would make Harrison Ford grimace.
Photos from my cousin’s wedding last month have posted online.  For some reason, in all of the one-shots of me for the wedding party I have a half-cocked smile that would make Harrison Ford grimace.