Free documentary about cellphones and brain cancer.

 http://www.hulu.com/watch/480452

                                 

                              New baby blue earphones to watch 'Heavenly Creatures' with  ... bye.

Fresh off the press

"Only I can understand my own condition. Perhaps all I need is a workable printer from Jane, up in Massachusetts. Bostonians are known to have such bulky things. Have you ever heard of Sir Whitey Bulger? I believe he owes this family a favor. Bye.'
 -THE HOURS

Saturday feels like Friday. And tomorrow is Sonday. But you just spelled Sonday wrong. It's Sunday. You made a mistake by using the letter 'U'. Whatsupwiththe'O'huh.Bye. ??? what?somisleadingyoulildevilU.hellooooooooooo!

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Polka Dot Spat Fortunate Fortune with Dry Hands.

Song dedicated to my new scotch tape pal Mrs. Otter !

              

Afterparty celebrating the newly welcomed Otter. Cake was absolutely delicious (but watch them calories!) burpbye.

DEar Santa KlAus or ClaUSe, I WAz juSt thINkin' ... .

thaT since I wAs a good BOy this year can I hAve tHis Fishher priCE toY?...ALl work and No plAy could make Jane a dull boY...ByeSANTA!...It'll look like this thru the peephole:) ... 

I think Abrams has actually pulled it off!

Damn. It's like watching a dead corpse awaken. The original spirit is there(here)! bye.

People expect me to be dark and gloomy, then write that I'm a jolly chap, and after all, that is what I am. I think it's a case of an absolute romantic naivety that there should be a parallel between the work and the artist. Idiots.

                  - Michael Haneke

The Rise and Fall of Popular Television.

p.s.

p.s.s. Let's blame it on Bill Cosby. Or The Cosby Show. Karma's a bitch.  

P.S.S.

E. Hemingway was such a good public reader! Holy Coyote. Wow. Who knew. R.I.P. Matador. You were damn good.Bye. 

“Anarchism stands for the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion and liberation of the human body from the coercion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraint of government. It stands for a social order based on the free grouping of individuals…” 
― Emma Goldman, Anarchism and Other Essays

treasure hunt

WHAT KILLED HAND LETTER WRITING?

Woolf makes the curious but instantly sensical proposition that the rise of her own ilk - the paid writer - is what spelled the decline of fine letter writing.

"WAS IT... THE GROWTH OF WRITING AS A PAID PROFESSION, AND THE CHANGE WHICH THAT CHANGE OF FOCUS BROUGHT WITH IT THAT LED, IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY, TO THE DECLINE OF THIS HUMANE ART?"- VIRGINIA WOOLF

http://www.brainpickings.org/2014/11/20/the-humane-art-virginia-woolf/

Friday Night Screening

                      mobile clip from optically printed film 'Nice People' ...

                      

Screening of films,'NICE PEOPLE and 'HOMEWRECKA' and Q and A sessions. Also films screened by artist Ann Deborah Levy.
http://resonantimages.com/

R.I.P. Mike Nichols

And thank you for directing your 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf' masterpiece. Bye(Mike).

... and of course the record has a scratch and skips at some interesting points. bye.

'I DID IT MY WAY '

                                                 

And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!

Yes, it was my way
bye.


as written and performed by Jane Sinatra.

'Personally, I think great records can be made in the living room.'  - Joe Perry, 'ROCKS' biography

p.s. Online film festival link (Jane Public film, 'D BLOK SNAG'):
http://axwonline.com/garden-of-delights/

r.i.p. Kassig

.. .                          http://channel.louisiana.dk/video/wim-wenders-advice-young

Inchworm.

'Have you seen an inchworm crawl on a leaf, cling to the very end, revolve in air, feeling for something to reach to something? Do you still hang on your words in air, ten years unfinished, glued to your notice board, with gaps or empties for the unimaginable phrase- unerring muse who makes the casual perfect?'

Precious Garbage.