annie lennox: original video queen, or 'gaga who?'

while pregnant.



bob marley.



1992 mtv video music award for best female video.




procol harum.



malkovich.



the last 60 seconds: ridiculously beautiful.

turning japanese.

dusty shelf.

i love shopping for used books.
found liv ullmann's autobiography today.
love her.
$4.
 
the preface to this amazing life story:

"i was born in a small hospital in tokyo. mamma says she remembers two things:
a mouse running across the floor, which she took as a sign of good luck.
a nurse bending down and whispering apologetically: 'i'm afraid it's a girl. would you prefer to inform your husband yourself?"

so brilliant.

the women of nashville (greatest movie ever)

summer reading: herta müller

die frau ist ein poetisches genie

mathilda je t'aime

taken from this month's dazed and confused.

inspired by iceland

i have always wanted to visit reykjavik's craggy shores.
having recently stumbled across inspired by iceland, that dream may soon become a reality.

the tourism board of iceland (assumedly) put together this website that features high-definition webcam shots of various scenic locations throughout this mystical land. from random urban vistas to the famous blue lagoon, the visuals are like ambient music for the eyes.

i pretty much use the shot of gullfoss as a screen saver and set it to a william basinski score.
fucking epic.

latest obsession: die antwoord

the south-african rap-ravers recently visited amoeba records in hollywood where they were given carte blanche to buy whatever they wanted from a tower records. comedy and uneasiness ensues.

mission statement:

i am writing from the dusty basement of my otherwise beautiful two-story apartment, which i share with my roommate and friend, ida and our cats thelma and mischa. having recently chosen to make myself unemployed to the detriment of my sanity, i now find myself whiling away the hours in my 48 square foot bedroom. before the gaping chasm of ennui swallows me whole, i feel it necessary to keep a diary, chronicling what and how i feel on any given day. i don't know whether or not to classify this idea as a random outpouring of creativity or just a colossal waste of time.

join me.
maybe you'll learn something new.
maybe you won't.
no biggie.