December 2009
22 posts
Jim Lehrer's Rules about Journalism →
youmightfindyourself:
Do nothing I cannot defend.
Cover, write and present every story with the care I would want if the story were about me.
Assume there is at least one other side or version to every story.
Assume the viewer is as smart and as caring and as good a person as I am.
Assume the same about all people on whom I report.
Assume personal lives are a private matter, until a...
An Insanely Dorky Thing to Ponder
Is it just me, or did a Vulcan mind meld used to be a serious undertaking, big risks, altering both participants forever etc. etc. before Tuvok started throwing them around like high fives?
I’m thinking about Patrick Stewart losing his shit for two incredible minutes on camera after Picard swaps mind-mojo with Sarek. Big Deal.
And then you get to Voyager and it’s all “Got any...
“Enough big pimpin’. Let’s bring back small, artisanal pimpin’.”
– Benchitations (via bullshit)
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Listening To Old Mixtapes, I Find Her Suddenly
It happens in a flash. This song is playing and I am standing in the dining room, soaking wet. My shirt is flung over my shoulder and my hair is falling onto my face, and both are trailing rivulets of water, dripping onto the floor.
She is screaming at me, crying out loud, so loud, the way that she does.
The door is open and the lights are out. The rain is surging against the windows in...
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Dreams.
Juliette Binoche is trying to seduce me. I should not say that. Juliette Binoche is seducing me. It’s not hard. She is wearing a dress that hugs her body and moves like satin and stops far enough above the knee that I am constantly aware of it.
We are drinking champagne at a semi-private party and everywhere there is dark, rich wood. I am smiling too much and she learns in close to...
“All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with un-bought stuffed dogs....”
– Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
“Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to...”
– A potentially horribly wrong translation of a line from Flaubert’s Madame Bovary.
I love the poetry of ‘music that will melt the stars’.
He Took A Polaroid Every Day, Until The Day He...
“…my investigation turned up the photographer as Jamie Livingston, and he did indeed take a photo every day for eighteen years, until the day he died, using a Polaroid SX-70 camera. He called the project “Photo of the Day” and presumably planned to collect them at some point — had he lived. He died on October 25, 1997 — his 41st birthday.”
(via: a search for a...
