Oh my god, I love this choreographer:

bookshop has retold Pride and Prejudice with Yahoo emoticons.

AND YES IT IS MADE OF WIN

Why yes, I do have a very eclectic taste. XDD


Things Jeanette Winterson writes on her website:

So what is the answer? Is identity a deceit, a make-shift, and should we hurry to make any pattern we can? Or is there coherence, perhaps a beauty, if it were possible to find it? I would like to convince myself about myself but I cannot...

In between freezing and melting. In between love and despair. In between fear and sex, passion is.

What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Your first parent was a star...


-- I have just... fallen in love with that woman all over again. Or remembered, with full force, that I love her. Because I really, really do.


( And here's a poem by Szymborska (who has done horrible things to my poetry-writing skills*), which Jeanette Winterson has posted on her website, too )

*dies* This is Art.

I might have posted this already, but a. it's possible I haven't, and b. even if I have, some of you might have not seen it, and some of you weren't even on my flist in the first place, so, yeah, I'm repeating myself without remorse. :D Because you can't live not knowing about Bruno Schulz.


Through a dark apartment on the first floor of a tenement on the market square, every day of that whole great summer, there passed: the silence of shimmering veins of air, squares of radiance dreaming their fervid dream on the floor, a barrel organ melody struck from the deepest golden vein of the day, and two or three measures of a refrain played over and over again on a grand piano somewhere, swooning in the sunshine on the white pavements, lost in the fire of the deep day. Her housework done, Adela threw a shadow over the rooms, drawing down the linen blinds. Then the colours descended by an octave — the sitting room filled up with darkness as if plunged into the luminosity of the deep sea, still dimly reflected in mirrors of green, while all the torrid heat of the day went on breathing on the blinds, swaying gently to the reveries of the midday hour.

Bruno Schulz, Cinnamon Shops: August

( Po polsku, dla leniwych Polek (bo nie mam żadnych Polaków na fliście ;)) i, ewentualnie, geeków tłumaczeniowo-literackich jak ja )


"Squares of radiance dreaming their fervid dream on the floor". "The deepest golden vein of the day". "Swooning in the sunshine on the white pavements, lost in the fire of the deep day".

How much more perfect can you get at... uh, not even describing things, but, like, transmitting the images and sensations straight to the reader's brain? Not much, IMO. If you don't know what I mean by transmitting images straight into brain, if you can't feel it, then I'm not going to get it ;) then there's no way I'm going to be able to explain it to you, because Schulz just tends to leave me at a loss like that.
But I hope you do get it, after all. :p

Oh, and if there is someone who blows you away like that, feel free to share. Let's exchange the experience. :D

Blaise Zabini. My, I've just realized, favourite secondary character from, well, the Harry Potter fanon, mostly. Because, since he's a Slytherin, the canon probably portrays him as a moron.

( Anyway )

Also, this was, somehow, triggered by this gorgeous art by this amazing artist (she's also the author of this awesome Merlin fanart, omg, check her gallery right now :O)

...hokay, and here's something completely different:

A bit of old news. But it doesn't matter. It's kinda timeless.

Church Rescinds Peace Funding Over Gay Speaker

...

GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

XDD

OH MY GOD. First Patrick Wolf, now this. I take this as the Universe's way of sending backup for my anti-common-sense campaign. ;) WELL OKAY UNIVERSE. You couldn't be less subtle. GOT IT.

A silly meme, stolen from megan_moonlight

A: You like to drink
B: You like people.
C: You are really silly.
D: You like to drink.
E: Damn Good Kisser
F: You are dead sexy.
G: You never let people tell you what to do.
H: You have a great personality and good looks.
I: Fuckin great in Bed.
J: People Adore you
K: You're wild and crazy.
L: Everyone loves you
M: Best kisser ever.
N: You like to drink.
O: awesome kisser.
P: You are popular with all types of people.
Q: You are a hypocrite.
R: Fuckin crazy.
S: Easy to fall in love with
T: You're loyal to those you love.
U: You really like to chill.
V: You are not judgemental.
W: You are very broad minded.
X: You never let people tell you what to do.
Y: Best g/f b/f anyone could ever ask for.
Z: Always ready.


Z: Always ready
U: You really like to chill.
Z: Always ready
A: You like to drink
N: You like to drink
N: You like to drink
A: You like to drink


...I think I have a problem.

[eta because I couldn't help it]

B: You like people (check)
R: Fuckin crazy (check)
A: You like to drink (I don't know but if he does, he doesn't beat me anyway then, as you can see, we have plenty in common)
D: You like to drink
L: Everyone loves you (check)
E: Damn Good Kisser (omg I hope so I have no idea but given that everything I've ever learnt about Bradley James is various degrees of awesome, this one is probably true, too *firm nod*)
Y: Best g/f b/f anyone could ever ask for (...as above :D)

This one is actually eerily accurate, isn't it?

About this. Uh, wtf, fandom? Overreacting/misunderstanding/jumping to conclusions much?

Ok, for the record: My Opinion:

+ I don't think Bradley is homophobic. I didn't get this impression from that quote, nor from anything else he said/did, and, seriously, I need a lot more evidence to write somebody off as a homophobe. Especially that all the other things he said seem to indicate the opposite. Which is, btw, why fandom kinda annoys me at the moment. They seem to have been just waiting for somebody to slip and say/do something not 100% perfect. I don't like it when minorities/minority rights activists do it - getting so politically correct that they start end up as the aggressors, not the aggressed victims. I mean, really. Chill out, people. It's making us look ridiculous.

+ I think what Bradley meant was that he doesn't really feel like making out with Colin, with whom he's good friends. That's what I got from the tone in which he said it. It wasn't a big, serious statement. It was just something he said half-jokingly. Spontaneously. Without thinking. He's a Libra, they tend to be like that (I happen to have had one as a girlfriend, and I totally recognize a few common features between Bradley and her - ...er, shut up if you think this is the reason I'm so crazy about him, btw :P - and yeah, blurting out/doing things without thinking is one of them). :p Anyway, I'm really not surprised he's not exactly thrilled about the idea of doing a slashy scene with a good friend - I wouldn't be, either. Not because I'm homophobic - I'm not, I'm bisexual and have no problem with it whatsoever; on the contrary, I'm kinda... defiant about it :D - but because I wouldn't want to do it with somebody who is my friend, in the completely asexual, aromantic sense of the word. I'm not sure if I can explain why. It's just that even thinking about it feels completely wrong to me.

+ It seems that... a large part of the fandom actually expected something more-than-friendly to happen between Arthur and Merlin. Well, I didn't. As much as I'd love to. Because this show was not meant to be a tool in any sort of political/social campaign, and it's so loaded with stereotypes/inaccuracies/easy solutions anyway that I just ...gave up trying to treat it seriously the moment I watched the first episode. I don't expect it to be historically/mythologically accurate, I don't expect it to break stereotypes -- frankly, I don't expect it to be anything but fun.

Yes, ok, I think that's it.

What do you think?

Oh, Bradley. I love you. :'DD

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For one week, recommend/share:

Day one: a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quote
Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy


From Patrick Wolf's "The Libertine":

The circus girl fell off her horse and now shes paralysed
The hitchiker was bound and gagged, raped on the roadside
The libertine is locked in jail
The pirate sunk and broke his sail

But I still have to go
I've got to go, so here i go
I'm going to run the risk of being free


And from "Wind in the Wires":

This wild electricity
Made static by industry
Like a bird in an aviary
Singing to the sky
Just singing to be free


And from "Teignmouth":

From my window
I saw two birds lost at sea
I caught our reflection
In that silent tragedy
But with hope prevailing
I draw galleons sailing
In full sail billowing free


-- From "Wind in the Wires", an album about me.

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For one week, recommend/share:

Day one: a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quote
Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy


I was going to rec one of their videos, but, since they are too awesome for words, I couldn't decide, so I'm just reccing the whole channel of the Improv Everywhere group that "causes scenes of chaos and joy in public places".

These people IMPROVISED A MUSICAL IN A PUBLIC PLACE. How totally fantastic is that? *____* *worships and would join them, like, IMMEDIATELY if she lived in the USA*

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For one week, recommend/share:

Day one: a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quote
Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy


I'm fantastic at doing this meme, I really am. _^_'

Anyway, the site:

Couchsurfing. A blessing for poor students (and other people who want to spend their money in a more interesting way than paying for their hotel room), and an awesome idea in general. From their FAQs:

the idea solidified when founder, Casey Fenton, got a cheap ticket to Iceland for a long weekend one April. With his ticket in hand, there was one problem: he had no place to stay and no desire to rot in a hotel all weekend and play Mr. Tourist. So, he came up with the 'brilliant' idea of spamming over 1500 Icelandic students in Reykjavik and asking them if he could crash on one of their couches. After exchanging emails with many of the students, he had several groups of friends offer to show him 'their' Reykjavik. So, after spending an amazing, crazy weekend just south of the Arctic Circle, Casey decided he would never again get trapped in a hotel and tourist marathon while traveling. From that point onward, it was all about crashing on exotic couches and cultural exchange. And, thus, the CouchSurfing Project was born.

( poor, poor me )


[eta because I forgot about the meme, in which I've skipped a day already, so]


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For one week, recommend/share:

Day one: a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quote
Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy


As for the picture (as if I haven't just fulfilled this point to an insane degree XDD), I'm going to shamelessly steal the idea from leandergasped and present to you my childhood photo.

( 1991!Susan. I think it's one of my favourite pictures of myself ^^ )

"Love...
...love...
...aaand hate...
...aaand hate...
they're like two brothers...
...brothers...
...who go on a date
...who... WHAT."


*cries* Oh lord, I LOVE Avenue Q XDD

Also, Ann Harada has one hell of a voice. o.o

Miłość to ptak, którego nie ma.
A jednak słucham jego śpiewu nieustannie wznoszącego się ku niebu.
A jednak mój chód jest cieniem jego lotu na ziemi.

Miłość, Vesna Krmpotić


Love is a bird that doesn't exist.
And yet, I listen to its voice endlessly rising up to the sky.
And yet, my walk is a shadow of its flight on the earth.
Love, Vesna Krmpotić




OH GOD I CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS POEM

I first heard it on the radio, years ago. I didn't know the title nor the author and I'd been trying to find them ever since. I've just stumbled upon them by accident.

I love it because it's so simple. So sharp. So solemn. And so striking.

And I can't even relate to it - it's not about me, I don't feel or think like that, these aren't my associations - but the way it sounds, the way it feels, does something sublime to me.