Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: andrew bird, bob dylan, cinema, crime drama, don't look back, film, i love television, jack kerouac, manhattan, music, photography, tom palumbo, woody allen
Since I’ve been sick I’ve been laying around watching TV for what seems like a decade. I’ve accumulated much !!!inspiration!!! (yes, from the TV and the internet) recently. Here are some of the things that make me want to make myself get off this couch and do something.
1. Tom Palumbo.
This is one of the most inspiring streams I’ve come across on flickr in my life. Tom Palumbo is a photographer who has uploaded much of his work from the 1950s and 60s. His photos are so breathtaking, I almost cried looking at this stream. To me, Tom Palumbo’s photography sums up what the art of taking photos should be about. You can tell how much he loved his wife Anne just by looking at 5 or so photos of his. His photos make you want to know the people inside of them. And they are also timeless. They are perfect (I don’t know when else I’ve used the word ‘perfect’ for a photographer besides Avedon).


Jack Kerouac by Tom Palumbo
Palumbo in action
Anne by Tom Palumbo
2. Don’t Look Back, the famous Dylan doc, has been on TV at least like 8 different times the last couple days. I watch it every time. Bob Dylan is so…. for lack of a better word… cool. Dylan is the coolest man on earth. and why does no one look like him anymore?

3. This is totally irrelevant. But a couple weeks ago I got around to watching Woody Allen’s Manhattan. It was incredible and might take the cake for my favourite Allen movie of all time. I understand there are a lot of Woody Allen haters around. I don’t get that contempt at all. I think he’s hilarious and brilliant.

4. Crime dramas. Besides all the Dylan obsessing that’s been occurring, I’ve been watching any type of crime drama that’s been on TV. I don’t really know what “crime drama” even means, it just seems appropriate, so forgive me. Obviously, these bitches are my favourites:
I think I’ve seen every episode of Law and Order: SVU, and most of them more than once. I can NEVER GET ENOUGH.
Then I watched like, 9 hours of NCIS which is actually great. for some reason I never ‘got it’ until yesterday. Maybe it’s because it was the only thing that was on all day Saturday. NCIS was pretty legit, and my dad informed me that our old next door neighbour is related to Mark Harmon and we met him a couple times or something. wtf? (p.s. Mark Harmon is hot).
Then I ventured into the world of CSI. I never watched CSI and I don’t really know why. I watched the craziest episode that featured the sad acting of Criss Angel. It was about a magician who took out his anger on his crew by killing them in typical magician-esque fashion (i.e. sawing a girl in half, literally). Seriously, who THINKS of this stuff!? Anyway… Gary Sinise is a badass.
5. Andrew Bird. most of my indie shithead friends have known of him since like, before they were born or something. I finally listened to him and I am in awe. I love him. take a listen for yourself.
and he’s adorable.


final thought: anyone that becomes a fan of “summer,” “laughing,” “sleeping,” or “hot showers” on facebook should probably be shot.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: books, chris mccandless, cinema, film, into the wild, jack kerouac, on the road
I finally got around to watching Into the Wild. I fucking wept throughout that movie. I dunno, it’s weird because it’s an experience that almost no one has had, but it’s strangely relatable. I cried so hard when they showed a photo before the end credits of the real Chris McCandless. There are surprisingly a few good photos of him floating around.


It’s a very beautiful film and I recommend it (could I love Sean Penn more?!).
It reminded me a lot of On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Which I am going to start rereading again tonight. The last time I started to reread it I had to stop because I was assigned Catch 2-fucking-2. On the Road is just one of those books…… you know, I don’t need to explain it. It’s just one of those books.
”…because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn…”
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: books, jack kerouac, literature, on the road
I am rereading On the Road.
“They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn…”
Beautiful. I love this book.





