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The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Trailer [HD]

HELLO 

In his review of Martin Scorsese’s “Hugo” in the magazine this week, David Denby writes, “No other work of art has demonstrated so explicitly how gears, springs, shutters, wheels, and tracks can generate wonders.” I think it’s a tie. There’s a miraculous moment in one of the all-time great DVD supplements—a segment from Jacques Rivette’s 1967 film “Jean Renoir, The Boss,” featured on the second disk of Criterion’s release of “The Rules of the Game”—in which Renoir cites the shot he considers the best he ever made, which is from that 1939 film: the tracking shot of the massive music machine of the Marquis de la Cheyniest (Marcel Dalio) that ends with the aristocrat himself, presenting his prize possession to his assembled guests with pride and humility—pride in his taste and humility before its object, pride in his possession of the fabulous contrivance, and humility before its invention. — Richard Brody talks about Hugo in The New Yorker.
alxcited:

Today is Sonya’s Birthday, and while the (hopefully) wild celebrations won’t take place till Saturday I hope you’ll send some good vibes her way with me. She’s a one a million friend who just gets it. You know the kind that you can email all day talking about nothing and everything and still want to hang out with at night? We share a mutual appreciation for Lars Von Trier, Mark Harris, any/all wine, food trucks, guys that don’t suck/discussing if they exist, books, spontaneous road trips, and Amanda Bynes’ twitter … if that’s not the basis for fine friendship I don’t know what is. On top of that she doesn’t even make you feel bad when you get drunk, fall down, and then leave a bar without even telling her where you went. Not that I’ve done that more than once (yes I have). We met sometime around third year film studies at UBC when she was already 900% cooler than me, and whatever reason made her befriend this yokel from Northern Ontario, I’m sure glad she did. I always feel like I get way more out of this friendship than she does, I hope to her I’m even half the friend she is to me. ‘Cause truth be told, there is no way I could have made it through the job hunt hell and painful breakup that this year brought me without her.  On Saturday I’ll probably tell her a million times that she’s the best (as I do after approximately 3.5 drinks). I’ve never felt happier that someone’s life is going amazingly, than I currently do for her. I hope tonight she’s feeling all the love and warm fuzzy feelings in this world because she deserves it. Happy Birthday!!!

Oooookayyy, well this is just the nicest thing. If tumblr ever needed one single reason to exist, this niceness is better than most.
There’s really no good way to respond to something so singularly great as a good friend expressing good friendship… so I’ll just say this: I am SUPER SUPER grateful to whatever grace ended up making Alex and I such good friends. Smart, funny, and definitely a lady with some serious emotional intelligence.
I’m pretty sure we really took turns carrying each other through this year. Sometimes literally. (Leaving Portland, for instance, definitely required some ~steely friendship~ hahaha)
Awwwww, MY HEART! We’ll definitely be Taco Tuesdays for years to come.
PS. “guys that don’t suck/discussing if they exist”? Brilliant.
PPS. Great hair in that pic girl.

alxcited:

Today is Sonya’s Birthday, and while the (hopefully) wild celebrations won’t take place till Saturday I hope you’ll send some good vibes her way with me. She’s a one a million friend who just gets it. You know the kind that you can email all day talking about nothing and everything and still want to hang out with at night? We share a mutual appreciation for Lars Von Trier, Mark Harris, any/all wine, food trucks, guys that don’t suck/discussing if they exist, books, spontaneous road trips, and Amanda Bynes’ twitter … if that’s not the basis for fine friendship I don’t know what is. On top of that she doesn’t even make you feel bad when you get drunk, fall down, and then leave a bar without even telling her where you went. Not that I’ve done that more than once (yes I have). We met sometime around third year film studies at UBC when she was already 900% cooler than me, and whatever reason made her befriend this yokel from Northern Ontario, I’m sure glad she did. I always feel like I get way more out of this friendship than she does, I hope to her I’m even half the friend she is to me. ‘Cause truth be told, there is no way I could have made it through the job hunt hell and painful breakup that this year brought me without her.  On Saturday I’ll probably tell her a million times that she’s the best (as I do after approximately 3.5 drinks). I’ve never felt happier that someone’s life is going amazingly, than I currently do for her. I hope tonight she’s feeling all the love and warm fuzzy feelings in this world because she deserves it. Happy Birthday!!!

Oooookayyy, well this is just the nicest thing. If tumblr ever needed one single reason to exist, this niceness is better than most.

There’s really no good way to respond to something so singularly great as a good friend expressing good friendship… so I’ll just say this: I am SUPER SUPER grateful to whatever grace ended up making Alex and I such good friends. Smart, funny, and definitely a lady with some serious emotional intelligence.

I’m pretty sure we really took turns carrying each other through this year. Sometimes literally. (Leaving Portland, for instance, definitely required some ~steely friendship~ hahaha)

Awwwww, MY HEART! We’ll definitely be Taco Tuesdays for years to come.

PS. “guys that don’t suck/discussing if they exist”? Brilliant.

PPS. Great hair in that pic girl.

There are two novels that can transform a bookish 14-year-kld’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish daydream that can lead to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood in which large chunks of the day are spent inventing ways to make real life more like a fantasy novel. The other is a book about orcs. — 

“The Value of Nothing” by Raj Pate

Well this vindicates, you know, my entire existence.

(via film-schooled)

Huh.

Huh.

The average life span of a transgendered person is twenty-three years. The statistic is shocking, until it begins to make sense. Gender non-conformists face routine exclusion and violence. Transgendered people are disproportionately poor, homeless, and incarcerated. Many of the systems and facilities intended to help low-income people are sex-segregated and thereby alienate those who don’t comply with state-imposed categories. A trans woman may not be able to secure a bed in a homeless shelter, for example. Spade writes that just as the feminist movement tended to “focus on gender-universalized white women’s experience as ‘women’s experience,’” the lesbian- and gay-rights movement has focused primarily on a white, middle-class politic, centered on marriage and mainstream social mores. — 

Guernica / Trans-Formative Change

Dean Spade is the first openly trans law professor. Meaghan Winter interviews him for Granta.

(via imnotheretomakefriends)

I've had it with this laptop; get me a leaptop!
  • he: ruby has this amazing toy
  • he: called a "leaptop"
  • he: it has three buttons on the top
  • he: one is for alphabet song
  • he: one is for checking email (there is only ever one email, from the cat, asking how ruby is today)
  • he: third button makes the cat say "NEW BLOG ENTRY"
  • me: OMG
  • me: WANT IT
  • he: "today i spent the whole day in the garden having a picnic"

Lana del Ray for waking up.

Lana del Ray for all times.

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