I don’t know where they come from.
I can summon them
(sometimes I can)
into my mind,
into my fingers,
I don’t know why. Or I’ll suddenly hear them
they don’t often come when I need them.
When I need them most terribly,
—Franz Wright. Art: Leonid Pasternak.
The largest diamond in the known universe weighs approximately a million trillion trillion pounds, making it as massive as the sun. But nobody has actually seen it: http://nyr.kr/1iyOCI5
Photograph by Antonio Zambardino/Contrasto/Redux.
I’m sorry, what?
Bidwell Street, between Haro and Barclay, 1925
Source: City of Vancouver Archives #357-7
M, it’s our hood!
The herbarium at the Natural History Museum in London contains nearly six million plant specimens, many of which are centuries old. Take a look at Nick Knight’s photos of some of the most visually alluring samples: http://nyr.kr/1woDLCZ
All photographs by Nick Knight/Schirmer/Mosel.
Last night while reading I came across a quote from 1776 that used the word “atom” (as in, “he would step on my toes and crush them to atoms!”). First, I was shocked because I didn’t realize anyone used the word before scientific atomic theory became prevalent in the early-mid-1800s. Second, though, when I got out of bed to Google this, I found this amazing Google tool which trawls all scanned books in its Google Books project and plots the incidence of use of a word over time. Incredible!
FUCK YEAH TEDDY ROOSEVELT TURNT UP AT WORLD CUP WUUUT
I tried to make a “walk softly and carry a big stick” joke the other night, unrelated to soccer, but I’m in Canada so nobody laughed.
I laughed, girl. I laughed.
On a whim I put curaçao in my white wine. It is good. Is this a thing? (at Burnaby St. House)
Listen to the album “Lost the Plot” by Fiver. The album tells stories of a number of characters, most of which are battling mental illnesses of varying degrees and circumstances.
In the link above, the album has been set to Jeff Bierk’s videography. I didn’t think Schmidt’s songs could feel more unnerving, but Bierk has nailed it.
I know I’ve posted this link before. I know I’ve championed Schmidt’s songwriting before, whether it be for her work in One Hundred Dollars, The Highest Order, or Fiver. I don’t care. I’ll post it 100 more times. Since I first heard “Forest of Tears”, her body of work has only gotten larger and the messages have become more concise. And those messages seem to ring more true as each day passes. This is great art.
Simone cancelled her Fiver tour. It makes me sad. So I’ll just post this link again.
Heart = broken
Listen guys, things come out of vaginas every day.
Courtney, who is not impressed by strangers’ babies.