23.1.10

Oh Shenandoah

Homebrew cider and strangers singing seashanties in the hall
Yellowlit conversations about johnstoa, alaska and (pubic) hair
Sprained ankles, peas, and Becherovka
the snow outside the lights within
teeming masses
an interesting turn of phrase
Charred coffee, chow mein and cowboy hat double recombinance

Sweet.

21.1.10

Blah blah blag

Howdy.
A few small changes to the blog - no more comments. I keep getting spam and not enough real people, which makes sense, because I don't know of very many people who read this little slice of life and stuff. That said, I like feedback of both sorts - tjarnik@gmail.com, yo.

Also, and more interestingly, I added blogs to the sidebar that I actually read, sometimes:
-yes and yes, by sarah Von, is stunning positivity, brimming happiness, purpose and humour.
-style rookie is a thirteen year old girl named Tavi who writes about fashion, in a ridiculous way. She's a savant of the internet, actually.
-stray cat blues - girl music journalist. I like and share her love of life and Led Zep.
-BBC science/environment - critical, key, dynamic.
-La Vie Boston - though I find it sometimes a bit consumerist/celebrity-focused, La Vie has beautiful aesthetic and lots of good clean fun.

But yeah, seriously, shoot me a line if you like/hate this project of mine.

God only knows what I'd be without you

20.1.10

Brilliant



Avé César, Julius superstar
Tu fumes des Gauloises
Mais un conseil : écrase !
Arrête ton char, joue pas les ringards
Un Romain ça va, trois bonjour les dégâts !

16.1.10

Comfortable in Humanity

Down sleeping bag, armwarmers, tea, grey skies, slush

14.1.10

11.1.10

Hungry bread-and-butter hustle

One of my graduation gifts, courtesy of someone who knows someone who has a college radio station, was 2.8 gigabytes of mostly strange music. Hidden deep among those files, amongst A.C. Newman and Akron/Family, was Animal Collective's Sung Tongs. It being 2.8 gigabytes of music, however, I neglected to listen to most of it, and meanwhile Animal Collective found a place in my (oh-so judgemental) subconscious as vaguely hipster and probably annoying. So it was to my surprise that when I listened to it finally a few weeks ago I liked it. It was a perfect soundtrack to skate-skiing through northern Vermont, serene and slightly off in a charming way. Here's a strange but wonderful video to who could win a rabbit:

9.1.10

Karl Lagerfeld is losing sense of normality again

From here, an article on amateur models in magazines:

Karl Lagerfeld, the veteran German fashion guru, has described those who criticise so-called skinny models as "fat, chip-eating mummies" and claims that much of the objection to them is sheer jealousy. "Nobody wants to see a round woman," the 71-year-old designer insisted.



This, then, is what we want to see?