bawling my face off along to ‘Stay Free’, by the Clash, because: feelings.
this is one of the good signs.
I’m about to get so coherent.
so I maybe missed some things while I was at the beach, watching Detective Cheekbones new Sherlock and making twinky jewelry.
HAPPY THIS YEAR, YOU GUYS.
![This Must Be the Place, Dir. Paolo Sorrentino; screenplay by Sorrentino and Umberto Contarello; music by David Byrne and Will Oldham (2011)
“can you play ‘this must be the place’ by Arcade Fire?”
so Nathania linked me the preview for this with the comment, ‘I think they made this film for you.’
yes.
and I am excited.
more so, after reading this particularly thoughtful review by Matthew Thrift. He ends by describing it as “a film of stylistic control but narrative and thematic disorder,” noting that:
As Cheyenne [the protagonist] jealously exclaims to David Byrne after his sensational performance, “You have such precise thoughts!“,it’s just a shame that in this instance one can’t say the same about Sorrentino.
I can’t think that this should be problematic, and I’m hoping that Thrift just hasn’t listened hard enough.
in a story about an aged rockstar attempting to unearth his past, the last thing I could hope for is sense. of all things, this was something Byrne was certainly precise about …
as we get older and stop making sense.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwcu6aTYRE1qapuz8o1_500.jpg)
This Must Be the Place, Dir. Paolo Sorrentino; screenplay by Sorrentino and Umberto Contarello; music by David Byrne and Will Oldham (2011)
“can you play ‘this must be the place’ by Arcade Fire?”
so Nathania linked me the preview for this with the comment, ‘I think they made this film for you.’
yes.
and I am excited.
more so, after reading this particularly thoughtful review by Matthew Thrift. He ends by describing it as “a film of stylistic control but narrative and thematic disorder,” noting that:
As Cheyenne [the protagonist] jealously exclaims to David Byrne after his sensational performance, “You have such precise thoughts!“,it’s just a shame that in this instance one can’t say the same about Sorrentino.
I can’t think that this should be problematic, and I’m hoping that Thrift just hasn’t listened hard enough.
in a story about an aged rockstar attempting to unearth his past, the last thing I could hope for is sense. of all things, this was something Byrne was certainly precise about …
as we get older and stop making sense.
dudes in facepaint should happen more in my life.
TANQ DANCE / DANCE TANQ
have-a-life-that-I’m-good-at vs. dance-to-train in vain-at-four-am …
for hummus (حمّص) that is not only TOTALLY DELICIOUS, but also COMPLETELY FREE (assuming that you use your housemate’s pantry).
1. drain as many cans of delicious chickpeas as you like (preferably organic chickpeas, as they’ve got 40% MORE SWAG), then empty them into a MASSIVE BOWL. [note. you can totally soak chickpeas if you’re not into cans. and if you have, like, a MILLION YEARS to WASTE doing it.]
2. slash up a few cloves of garlic, and chuck ‘em in.
3. add TV-CHEF-SIZED DASHES of salt and lemon juice … and tahini (if there’s any about).
[OPTIONAL STEP: add anything else you think might TASTE DELICIOUS (cumin, chilli, etc.)]
4. smother it all in olive oil.
5. bar mix THE HELL outta that shit.
6. taste that MAGIC with YOUR FACE.
7. blog about it.
omg, you guys!?
