An Education
Dir: Lone Sherfig
2009
New take on the classic 'Lolita'?
Either way, elegant, tactile, endearing and heartfelt.
Thursday 28 January 2010
Beauty in Words and Music
Learn to live with what you are - Ben Folds
I know that you're in there
I can see you
You're saying you're okay
I don't believe you
And now that gig is up, the spell is broken
The fat lady's sung, the president has spoken
These days that you were waiting for will come and go
Like any day, just another day
There's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
Ohh, all you need is the thing you've forgotten
And that's to learn to live with what you are
So freak out if you wanna
And I'll still be here
Don't call me for years and when you do
Yeah, I'll still be here
And I'm not saying that the effort is a waste of time, but
I Just love you for the things you couldn't change, though you've tried
These hours of confusion they will soon expire like
Everything does
There's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
Ohh, all you need is the thing you've forgotten
And that's to learn to live with what you are
Sometimes everything you've ever wanted floats aboveI
t's stickin' out its tongue and laughing while
Everything that anyone could ever need is down below
Waiting for you, know this
There's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh'
Cause all you need is the thing you've forgotten
And that's to learn to live with what you are
You've got to learn to live with what you areY
ou've got to learn to live with what you...Are
I know that you're in there
I can see you
You're saying you're okay
I don't believe you
And now that gig is up, the spell is broken
The fat lady's sung, the president has spoken
These days that you were waiting for will come and go
Like any day, just another day
There's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
Ohh, all you need is the thing you've forgotten
And that's to learn to live with what you are
So freak out if you wanna
And I'll still be here
Don't call me for years and when you do
Yeah, I'll still be here
And I'm not saying that the effort is a waste of time, but
I Just love you for the things you couldn't change, though you've tried
These hours of confusion they will soon expire like
Everything does
There's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
Ohh, all you need is the thing you've forgotten
And that's to learn to live with what you are
Sometimes everything you've ever wanted floats aboveI
t's stickin' out its tongue and laughing while
Everything that anyone could ever need is down below
Waiting for you, know this
There's never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh'
Cause all you need is the thing you've forgotten
And that's to learn to live with what you are
You've got to learn to live with what you areY
ou've got to learn to live with what you...Are
Monday 25 January 2010
The Man who dropped the Bomb
The Man who dropped the bomb over Hiroshima
Whilst in no sense, I hope, either a religious or a political fanatic, I have for some time felt convinced that the crisis in which we are all involved is one calling for a thorough reexamination of our whole scheme of values and of loyalties. In the past it has sometimes been possible for men to “coast along” without posing to themselves too many searching questions about the way they are accustomed to think and to act — but it is reasonably clear that our age is not one of these. On the contrary, I believe that we are rapidly approaching a situation in which we shall be compelled to reexamine our willingness to surrender responsibility for our thoughts and our actions to some social institution such as the political party, trade union, church or State. None of these institutions are adequately equipped to offer infallible advice on moral issues and their claim to offer such advice needs therefore to be challenged. Claude Eatherly
The Best Party idea ever!
The Birthday Party
Last month my good friend Rebecca Gholdston turned 31. Rebecca plans the best parties (remember this one) and this party was no exception. First off she managed to find a friend that owns a big old white bus. (Can you imagine the possibilities if you had access to a big bus? It kind of blows my mind.) Then on a Saturday she filled the bus with friends and took them on a "tour" around the city. At each stop people were given challenges (à la Miranda July.) It was so fun to take the time to explore the city with a big bunch of friends.
Last month my good friend Rebecca Gholdston turned 31. Rebecca plans the best parties (remember this one) and this party was no exception. First off she managed to find a friend that owns a big old white bus. (Can you imagine the possibilities if you had access to a big bus? It kind of blows my mind.) Then on a Saturday she filled the bus with friends and took them on a "tour" around the city. At each stop people were given challenges (à la Miranda July.) It was so fun to take the time to explore the city with a big bunch of friends.
Lyrics of the Day
Seasons - Chris Cornell
Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all
And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind As seasons roll on by
Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed
And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by
Now I wanna fly above the storm
But you can't grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
This naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me
And I'm lost, behind
Words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by
If I should be short on words
And long on things to say
Could you crawl into my world
And take me worlds away
Should I be beside myself
And not even stay
And I'm lost, behind
Words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by
Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all
And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind As seasons roll on by
Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed
And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by
Now I wanna fly above the storm
But you can't grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
This naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me
And I'm lost, behind
Words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by
If I should be short on words
And long on things to say
Could you crawl into my world
And take me worlds away
Should I be beside myself
And not even stay
And I'm lost, behind
Words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by
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