The last picture of “The most recent #gpoy picture on tumblr” is the tumblrest GPOY. Count it - owl earrings, Labyrinth/Jared t-shirt, dyed hair, ponies, Disney animation poster, Mario Kart thingies, teal walls, and a bow on top.
I am asking for ideas for my next photo project. Kickstarter is for folks with ideas asking for resources. I have resources and am asking for ideas. So maybe it’s Starterkick. I have plenty ideas for projects here in NY, but I don’t want to get stuck in a rut.
“He never greets me with silence. only smiles. and a patience I’ve never seen in someone who knows they’re dying. and I’m trying so hard not to remind him, I’ll be out of here in a couple of days, smoking cigarettes and taking my life for granted. and he’ll still be planted in this bed like a flower that refuses to grow, I’ve been with him for five days and all I really know is Louis loves to pull feathers out of his pillow, and watch them float to the ground, almost as if he was the philosopher inside of the scientist ready to say that it’s gravity that’s been getting us down.”
“It was not atypical for Man or Astro-Man? to arrive at a club, set up for 5 hours, play a show as hard as you possibly could, break down for 3 hours and talk to everyone until the last kid left, drive to the next city overnight, wake up at 10:00 AM and do some fanzine interview, play on the local college radio station shortly after lunch, then do an in-store thing at 4, go to the club and set up, then (if the club was over 21) do a short 20 minute full stage show for underage kids when the clubs would be closed during our soundcheck, and then finally play our full show again and repeat the process the next day. It was fucking crazy. I’m completely 100% not joking or exaggerating about that being a standard process of what we did. Ask the other guys. We thought that was what every band did. I guess to answer your question though, for a long time we just felt lucky to get to play in front of people, and we didn’t know that doing it thousands of times would make you go insane—at least I didn’t.”—
Totally. I saw them maybe half a dozen times and was blown away that a) they always went WAY beyond the “gimmick”; b) they did it with such insanely high energy and enthusiasm. Total talent + pure showmanship.
“An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. “Can they be brought together?” This is a practical question. We must get down to it. “I despise intelligence” really means: “I cannot bear my doubts.”—Albert Camus (via decembrist)