“Wes Anderson has a very special kind of talent: He knows how to convey the simple joys and interactions between people so well and with such richness. This kind of sensibility is rare in movies.”
Martin Scorsese on Wes Anderson (born May 1, 1969)
I actually love that his American Express ad is featured as one of his films.
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U2, “Angel of Harlem”
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Top: The full moon rises over the skyline of Lower Manhattan and One World Trade Center in New York, as seen from West Orange, New Jersey, on May 6.
Bottom: Buddhists walk around the Borobudur temple while carrying candles during Vesak Day, commonly known as “Buddha’s birthday”, at the Borobudur Mahayana Buddhist monument in Magelang, Indonesia, on May 6, 2012. Vesak is observed during the full moon in May or June and the ceremony centers around three Buddhist temples, whereby pilgrims walk from Mendut to Pawon, ending at Borobudur.
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Avett Brothers, “Murder in the City”
Malcolm Gladwell puts the responsibility right where it belongs:
Slate: Should the NFL be banned too?
Gladwell: As long as the risks are explicit, the players warned, and those injured properly compensated, then I’m not sure we can stop people from playing. A better question is whether it is ethical to WATCH football. That’s a harder question.
I’m not so sure that it’s hard at all. The answer, at least for those displeased with pro football’s response, seems pretty clear. Doing the damn thing is the hard part.
I now know that I have to go. I have known it for a while now. But I have yet to walk away. For me, the hardest portion is living apart—destroying something that binds me to friends and family. With people whom I would not pass another words, I can debate the greatest running back of all time. It’s like losing a language.
”Junior Seau Is Dead - Ta-Nehisi Coates - Entertainment - The Atlantic. TNC brings his usual incisiveness and moral clarity to the table. I’m right where he is: I cannot justify watching football. Not with what I know now. Yet it has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember — and when you’re from Alabama, as I am, and a graduate of the University of Alabama, as I am… .
I was talking with two other Alabamians the other day and we agreed that we all remember exactly where we were when Bear Bryant died. One said, “I was at college. My father called to tell me, and I cried.” For better or worse, it’s part of our formation as people, and a major bond of families and friendships. But TNC’s right: it’s time to say goodbye to it.
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If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider—
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give—yes or no, or maybe—
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
Balloon event from 1900 Paris Olympics (via things)
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Day and Night in New York City Captured in Single Images by Stephen Wilkes.
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