“All this led to an incident which is reported in almost every biography of me, a banal little side event. I had the feeling I should be on equal terms with them—a director should not be safe and sound behind the camera while the actors are feeling all alone out there—so that same day I told them all, ‘If all of you get out of this film unscathed, if you are unhurt at the end, I am going to jump into this field of cacti.’ Some of them were seven feet high. I said, ‘You can take your 8mm cameras and I am going to do the big leap into the plant for you.’ So I put on some goggles to protect my eyes and jumped from a ramp. And I can tell you that getting out is a lot more difficult than jumping in. Any old idiot can do the leap in; it takes something else to extricate yourself from something like that. The spines were the size of my fingers. I do not think I have any left embedded in me. It seems that the body absorbs them eventually.”—
What’s your number one reason for staying with any social networking tool (tumblr, Twitter, Faecebook, etc.)? Or to put it another way, what’s the thing stopping you from deleting your account on any or all of these networks tomorrow?
Honestly, I’m thinking of quitting Twitter just because so many people I know are saying the exact same things on their Tumblrs and FB feeds, so I’m getting a lot of redundant information. The only thing that makes me keep it is the ability to message to it from my phone.
“[..] I imagine a guy living alone, eating alone, washing and putting away his dish alone, for years. One dish accumulating the scars and scratches and chips of use, while the three, or five, or seven, or even eleven dishes below it sit untouched.
[…] But [that’s] not as sad as imagining the same guy eating and washing and drying his dishes alone, and then carefully rotating them so that they wear uniformly.”—
While I’m on my current Beatles kick, here’s an amusing list, most of which is spot-on—particularly Michael Jackson’s sick cover of “Come Together,” which is even more perverted considering that he sang it while John Lennon’s son Sean watched (and shook a glowstick, no less) on Michael Jackson: Moonwalker. William Shatner’s “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” however, is what awesome is made of.
Though it goes to show the depth of my insanity, that now I desperately want to hear (and howl at) Sean Connery’s take on “In My Life.”
I know I probably irritate people with my sense of style; but, jesus god, can we please stop with beards on skinny, young hipster dudes?! I am so tired of seeing throngs of people who look like they just walked off the set of a Wes Anderson film. There has to be something better than this to replace the oversized clothing fad of the ’90s.
AMEN, sister. I tire of the Amishness of so many hipster beards. (Apologies to any of my followers who are bearded; you know I love you anyway.) If I shave my legs, future male objects of my desire, then you should shave your face! Tit for tat!