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Some Music For Your Tuesday: NPR Music is streaming Regina Spektor’s new album ‘What We Saw From The Cheap Seats’ in its entirety. Enjoy!
(via First Listen: Regina Spektor, ‘What We Saw From The Cheap Seats’ : NPR)
OMG Is it my birthday or is it my birthday?
Cindy Sherman - Untitled #411, 2003, Courtesy the Artist / Philippe Segalot, New York
Cindy Sherman’s exhibition at the MoMA is open for only a few more weeks — have you seen it yet?
Did you see the spectacular “ring of fire” eclipse last night?
Why do I always miss these things?
(via publicradiointernational)
(Source: sheenis, via arvidabystrom)
Hiking in the coffee fields. Espera Feliz, Minas Gerias.
(Source: imapilotofpaperplanes, via arvidabystrom)
Drum Man on Flickr.
Running
I jog around the bus station to the side of town that begins upwards. The path is cobblestone with chunks missing and I feel like an idiot each time my knees buckle. The chickens scatter and the white cat with the black mustache skips into the hair salon where there’s no door, just a chair, some scissors, and an oval mirror covered in rust from the tin roof. The girl in the chair turns her head to see who’s coming and the hairdresser snips a piece of earlobe. I hear her scream as I approach the curve and head downward. I pass an old woman sitting on a slab of cement under a laundry line where a pair of men’s long-johns are flapping against her forehead, unnoticed. Today the woman is alone, but sometimes a young girl sits with her and listens, nodding her head - “Of course, of course,” - though the old woman says nothing.
That corpse belonged in a morgue; it should have been dumped into a police wagon to be cut up by medical students and buried in a shallow grave, with no cross and no inscription. It was the body of Quincas Wateryell, rum-swiller, debauchee, and gambler, who had no family, no home, no flowers, and no one to pray for him.
(Source: whitewillowbark)




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