we were just pretending
~ Miranda July
“We went everywhere, and talked about everything, and I got to like him a lot. When I was with him, I felt as if my life had finally come back to me.”
— Haruki Murakami
This would actually be a legitimately useful thing for me to hang over my desk.
Pretty much.
In Japanese, tsundoku means, “the act of buying books and not reading them, leaving them to pile up.”
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There’s a word for it?
An awesome, deep, literary reading of Upstream Color, which I saw last night and cannot stop thinking about.
I never get tired of this photo.
Ella Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race. Then, one of Ella’s biggest fans made a telephone call that quite possibly changed the path of her career for good. Here, Ella tells the story of how Marilyn Monroe changed her life:
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt… she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”
Whaaaat? Awesome.
(via sunnydriveinsarajevo)
