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"I imagine right now you’re like a Cure song wrapped in vintage window dressing material, eating blueberry pancakes on pink plates in a wildflower field bathed in sunshine."
This made me sigh May 20, 2009 (from the amateursketch archives.)
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Imagining. Loving. Wishing. Hoping.
this is why i love tumblr - i get to peek into people’s lives that are waaaay different to mine. i wouldn’t mind trading places with kate for a while…can you imagine?
i’ve been terrible at keeping up. back from new england and i’ve missed my best friend’s birthday, i’ve barely spoken to my parents, let alone my friends. emails and messages and questions and letters are stacking up.
life is a little hectic….good hectic…here on the farm right now. things will be quieter starting friday and then i will get back to all of you.
for now, please take this little baby turkey sitting on my bath as an apology for my absence.
love love love
k.
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redvelvetunderground recommends: Princess Bride. A top 5-er, to be sure.
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Not only am I NOT heartbroken, I am downright giddy. Ale-Ale-Ale-Allleeee! Mania! Mania! Go GERMANY…
Can’t say I’m heartbroken over Maradona getting a lesson in humility from Germany in the World Cup.
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This is a beautiful man.
Bill Murray: The Man Who Knew Too Much
Bill Murray is annoyed. He can’t recall the name of the cinematographer who worked on his upcoming film, Passion Play. “He’s Irish, but he’s from Australia and he lives in China,” says the 59-year-old, Oscar-nominated actor, knitting his brow in thought. “I talk about him all the time. The crazy Tourette’s guy. ”Murray takes a slow sip from a bottle of Brooklyn Lager. “I worked with him on that movie I did with what’s-his-nuts.” Wes Anderson? “No.” Ivan Reitman? “Jim Jarmusch. It was that one called… ” Broken Flowers? “No.” Coffee and Cigarettes? “The Limits of Control,” he says. “The guy wears platform shoes when he’s working. He can’t talk for 16 seconds without going into a rant. He once told me this crazy story about living in Hong Kong, next to the world’s longest escalator. He’d strip naked in front of his window for everyone to see. But the thing was almost a mile long—the escalator—so by the time people got to the end of it they couldn’t remember what building he was in.”
http://www.blackbookmag.com/article/bill-murray-the-man-who-knew-too-much/20037/P1
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things i love: hummingbirds. i would say i enjoy a good hummingbird sighting over most butterflies. i’ve thought about this, since i am a girl. everything a hummingbird does is so FAST but they are able to stay in one specific place with their wings going like crazy. i dig.
((image via))
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A message to whingeing Yanks on the Summer Solstice
AHH!! I LOVE THIS! Futbol is my first love and it is one that I am certain will endure.
Above the border, Canadian footy blogger Richard Whittall is just as fed up with the American Exceptionalists as your hostess here at IIMKI:
“What I want to tell you is that if you’re American and you don’t care about the World Cup, I really don’t give a fat steaming shit about it. The apoplexy of those not in the soccer know asking what it will take for America to really, really finally oh pretty please just love soccer already is now just about more grating than the forty thousand vuvuzelas I sometimes dream are in my closet. The piercing, droning noise is coming from all sides, both here and England for some reason, who seem obsessed with the idea that their gimpy little cousins might finally take to their Best Sport in the World if the Yanks make, oh I don’t know, the quarterfinals.”
Treat yourself and read the whole bloody thing, because there’s so much more, such as this:
“You know who else doesn’t give a shit if America loves soccer? MLS. And, thank Christ, American soccer fans. Even so, soccer will continue to be played in America by Americans, it will continue to be watched on American stations by passionate Americans packed in American bars. Soccer will not rescind its citizenship because Glenn Beck thinks it’s gay. And it doesn’t care if you think it’s low-scoring, boring, features lots of diving, that the vuvuzelas are loud and what’s the deal with Ronaldo’s stupid face etc. etc. etc. It doesn’t care if you think it’s terrible compared to the Best League in the World, or that you don’t know who Gooch is supposed to be.”
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Spirit Forward: An Educated Sophisticate
Here I am wishing I was having a Plymouth Gin Martini in a beautiful Orrefors crystal glass while listening to Nina Simone.
I’m pining for the Martini because I’ve watched An Education again. I first saw this film last September at the Toronto Film Festival. It was on my must see list because…
I have similar wishes as well…
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I love you.
