"Praise You" is currently playing overhead. I played this album so frequently during a late 90’s family road trip that my brother snapped it in two by sitting on it. He said it was an accident, but I knew it was because he never wanted to hear Robbie Williams sing "Millennium" again.
I suppose it was bound to happen, though. We do, after all, “got stars directin’ our fates.”
Greta Gerwig is going to star in Whit Stillman's next film. I'm gonna be sick.
THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO!
We can all agree that Stillman has made three wonderful movies, but can we also agree that Greta Gerwig is absolutely insufferable? She’s like (young) Teeny from Now and Then, but if Teeny whispered every line, made the audience uncomfortable each time she was on screen, and had a habit of taking off her top.
Whit, hear this! Pick someone else to star in your first movie since 1998! You deserve someone better for your return to glory!
Star. Plot synopsis. Watch instantly. Night planned.
When computer buff Emmy Coer taps into the subconscious mind of 19th century mathematician Ada Augusta Byron King (Tilda Swinton) — the poet Lord Byron’s long-dead daughter, who developed the world’s first computer language — she’s able to relive the woman’s memories. In so doing, Coer discovers the professional limitations of being a woman in a male-dominated field.
ALL THE USER REVIEWS ARE 1/5 STARS BUT I DON’T CARE YEAH IT’S HAPPENING.
There was a shooter at the PCL library at UT Austin. Fired some shots. Killed himself. There’s one more armed guy “at large.” Apparently. I went there. Graduated in 2008. I used to give tours of the tower observation deck and retell the Charles Whitman story to curious guests on weekends.
"Where’d he get shot?"
"Where’s he shoot from?"
"Why’d he do it?"
"Was he crazy?"
"Can you take my picture near this bullet hole?"
It wasn’t a bullet hole. Most the cracks in the facade were from lightning strike, if I remember my tour information correctly.
Anyway, all I can think is that this will soon become yet another question people ask when visiting the tower. They’ll pay for their ticket up the elevator, listen to the tour guides’ introduction, stare out at the spectacular view of downtown Austin and the Hill Country to the west and ask, “Which building did that other dude get shot at? Or did he kill himeself? I don’t remember.”
Jens Lekman hasn’t released an album in three years, BUT BUT BUT he released a song in July called “The End Of The World Is Bigger Than Love.” I loved it two months ago, obviously, but I love it even more today after reading his explanation.
It was the day before the american election 2008 and I was filled with a hopelessness that only a McCain supporter could have shared with me at the time. I was in Washington DC to perform for swedish TV, sitting in the couch with a profesional smile on my face, joking with the hosts and discussing the lobster with the TV chef. I saw the clips online sometime ago, it’s amazing what an actor I can be if I really make an effort.
I lived in America back then, up in New York. At the time I felt like everything I touched was turning to shit and I had decided to put everything on one card. Subconsciously I knew I needed to hit the bottom so I could work my way up again. I needed confirmation, I needed someone to tell me it wasn’t going to work out, not this way. Yes, there was a girl involved in this. I was very much in love with her.
Some things you just go through. You don’t write about it, you don’t turn it into art because it can’t be turned into art. I didn’t write any songs that year because you can’t pour manure into an espresso machine and expect a cappucino to come out. When they announced the results and the streets filled up with people celebrating I felt happy to be part of something bigger than myself. It was a feeling that lasted me until the very last days of December 2008 when I finally sat down in my old teenage room at my parents house and I wrote this song. Then the year ended.
It’s a song of hope. When love turns it’s back on you it’s nice to know there’s a world out there that doesn’t give a shit about your problems. That forces you to keep your head held high and move on. A world that is fragile and beautiful. Maybe it can sound cold to some of you, but let me make it clear that I believe in love, I just get so wrapped up in it sometimes that I need to put it into proportion. It’s something you have to do a lot when you’re Jens Lekman.
Jens has a personal email account listed on his website and he responds to nearly all messages.He wrote a lengthy response to one a question I emailed him and I nearly dropped dead.
“Oh, this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life good life
Say, oh, got this feeling that you can’t fight
Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life
A good, good life”—My nightmares, my dreams, and OneRepublic. Mostly my dreams.
PROBLEM: Though they are many in number, You’ve Got Mail fans have never found it socially acceptable to publicly profess their love for the classic Ephron film.
NEED: A big event at which fans can wear YGM love on the sleeves of their pea coats. A friendly, judgment-free environment where quoting Steve Zahn and Greg Kinnear isn’t merely tolerated, it’s encouraged.
MANDATORIES: Daisies, school supplies, tic tacs, golden retrievers, CAP-PUC-CINO, facepainting booths, red roses, 28.8k modem noises, appearances by Jeffrey Scaperrotta and Jean Stapleton, and anything one could describe as “ENCHANTING.”
NON-MANDATORIES: INCOMPETENT BOOKSELLERS. MEN WHO LIE.
You guys, last time I saw them was for their “In Our Bedroom After the War” tour and it was wonderful. WONDERFUL. Why? Because Amy stumbled on stage late and missed her vocal entrance because SHE WAS TOO BUSY DRINKING CHAMPAGNE. She continued drinking champagne throughout the set and still performed better than anyone you’ve ever met ever. Then they threw fake flowers at everyone.