1. 17 hours ago  from jeremydgoodwin

    The New Yorker talks to Lauren

    jeremydgoodwin:

    Q&A on The New Yorker.com with Lauren Ambrose about her newly formed band The Leisure Class. They make their on-the-radar debut Sunday at Joe’s Pub. My review of their warm-up gig at a bar in Housatonic Wednesday night quickly became the most-viewed post here on Found Sounds And Such…, beating out former champ “Macbeth in the Red Room,” a review of Sleep No More at American Repertory Theatre in Cambridge. Thanks for reading!

    Ok, so why am I not surprised to hear that Lauren Ambrose is in a Jazz Band and that she has a great voice?

  2. Notes: 4 / 18 hours ago  from pigro
    pigro: Lauren Ambrose ♥ (Well, technically this photo is Claire Fisher, because it was an in-character photo taken for the show… But, y’know, I’ll let it slide this time…)

    pigro:

    Lauren Ambrose ♥

    (Well, technically this photo is Claire Fisher, because it was an in-character photo taken for the show… But, y’know, I’ll let it slide this time…)

     
  3. 19 hours ago  from comiaamarradao
    comiaamarradao: Claire. Excuse me? Lauren Ambrose, thankyou very much.

    comiaamarradao:

    Claire.

    Excuse me? Lauren Ambrose, thankyou very much.

     
  4. 1 day ago 

    Posted at BoingBoing, so a lot of you might have seen the post… but did you watch the video? So fucked up, but hilarious… but fucked up.

    The best thing about it is how it harkens back to the animation style of Day of the Tentacle, Sam & Max Hit the Road, and the like.

  5. Notes: 34 / 1 day ago  from therealkatiewest
    therealkatiewest: “I hated labels anyway. People didn’t fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.”- Janet Fitch (White Oleander)

    therealkatiewest:

    “I hated labels anyway. People didn’t fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.”

    - Janet Fitch (White Oleander)

     
  6. Notes: 84 / 1 day ago  from theduty
    theduty: FACT.

    theduty:

    FACT.

     
  7. Notes: 13 / 1 day ago  from ripperdoc (originally from picapixels)
    ripperdoc: Fierce mecha [ART] (via picapixels, 100_Years_of_Force_by_ukitakumuki.jpg)

    ripperdoc:

    Fierce mecha [ART] (via picapixels, 100_Years_of_Force_by_ukitakumuki.jpg)

     
  8. Notes: 22 / 2 days ago  from hatethefuture (originally from emergentfutures)
    hatethefuture: smarterplanet: emergentfutures: Report: Countries prepping for cyberwar Major countries and nation-states are engaged in a “Cyber Cold War,” amassing cyberweapons, conducting espionage, and testing networks in preparation for using the Internet to conduct war, according to a new report to be released on Tuesday by McAfee. I probably shouldn’t be surprised… But holy shit.

    hatethefuture:

    smarterplanet:

    emergentfutures:

    Report: Countries prepping for cyberwar

    Major countries and nation-states are engaged in a “Cyber Cold War,” amassing cyberweapons, conducting espionage, and testing networks in preparation for using the Internet to conduct war, according to a new report to be released on Tuesday by McAfee.

    I probably shouldn’t be surprised… But holy shit.
     
  9. Notes: 50 / 2 days ago  from laurataylor
    laurataylor: gpoyw: studio apartment, march 09

    laurataylor:

    gpoyw: studio apartment, march 09

     
  10. Notes: 435 / 2 days ago  from louobedlam (originally from alwayscapitalize)
    "

    People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are “The Advertisers” and they are laughing at you.

    You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.

    Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.

    You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.

    "
    -

    Banksy (via pantherhooves)(via missundead) (via redguard) (via brandileeeeee) (via thedeathoftruespirit) (via clintisiceman) (via oldtobegin)

    The only difference between vandalism and advertising is a budget.

    (via samhumphries)

    (via louobedlam)
  11. Notes: 1352 / 2 days ago  from theslyestfox (originally from bestofwikipedia)
    Mamihlapinatapai

    theslyestfox:

    bestofwikipedia:

    Mamihlapinatapai is a word from the Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego, listed in The Guinness Book of World Records as the “most succinct word”, and is considered one of the hardest words to translate. It describes “a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.” (via Martin)

    Words are cool, huh? Think we English speakers can appropriate Mamihlapinatapai the same way we appropriated De ja vu?
  12. Notes: 3 / 2 days ago  from lexmachina
    (via lexmachina)

    (via lexmachina)

     
  13. Notes: 32 / 3 days ago  from ripperdoc (originally from babypanda)
    ripperdoc: Cybernetic rupture (via picapixels, babypanda, www.aroasfoo.com)

    ripperdoc:

    Cybernetic rupture (via picapixels, babypanda, www.aroasfoo.com)

     
  14. Notes: 15 / 3 days ago  from electronicalrattlebag (originally from austinkleon)
    electronicalrattlebag: austinkleon: 1945 Letter from Kurt Vonnegut to his family from a repatriation camp, in which he informs them of his capture and survival

    electronicalrattlebag:

    austinkleon:

    1945 Letter from Kurt Vonnegut to his family from a repatriation camp, in which he informs them of his capture and survival

     
  15. Notes: 1 / 3 days ago  from appel
    appel: latenightfeelings a few days ago i was going over a box of old pics with one of my best friends. out of the hundreds of pics splayed across my bed, she picked up a picture of Cyndi and told me she passed away two years ago. I had no idea. the next day i discovered that not only did she go down, but her husband Mike passed away months later. In early 2007 I was flown out to Las Vegas (my first time in Vegas) as part of a crew for a medical center job. I got into the city, setup my room at NewYork NewYork, played video poker for a few hours, walked the strip, and was over Vegas in less than 6 hours. I had just started taking pics of models, and thought it would be a good idea to do a casting. I went to my only known outlet at the time (craigslist) and posted a ‘model wanted’ ad in the adult section. i got a few responses, one of them was from Cyndi. She invited me to shoot at her house in North Vegas, and I asked if I could bring another member from my crew, Rick (he was over the Vegas Strip scene as well) Rick and I took a taxi, I remember this part well as it felt like we drove an hour into the desert and my fair was around $70, ouch. When we arrived at the house, a super tall, super skinny long haired man dressed in all black answered the door.. “what’s up guys, Cindy they’re here!!” Mike (super skinny super tall long haired man in all black) led us into the house. There were wrapped christmas presents everywhere, a dead christmas tree (I think it was february) animal skulls, people in black hoodies walking room to room and turtles everywhere. We walked out to the backyard for a smoke and hung out with Mike. This was one of my first ever shoots, and I felt like a stranger in a strange place, intimidated and concerned that I had taken Rick to a Satanic church in the middle of the desert.. Mike must have quickly tuned into this and tried to accomodate us by offering some water. He came back with two glasses of water and quickly left to check up on Cyndi. After taking a few big gulps, Rick pointed at my glass and the huge chunk of pizza dough death floating on the bottom of my drink. I looked at it, looked at him, shrugged and finished off my drink. I already felt like I was done for, what did a small piece of water logged pizza have to with my consequences. And then it happened, Mike came down the stairs first with Cyndi right behind him. Even though she was wrapped in a dirty bath robe and mismatched slippers, her beautiful pearl like skin illuminated, and her smile was gentle and kind. Only Mikes smile was bigger, you could tell how excited he was to present her, to show her off. We did our shoot, it was nothing short of amazing. In all the chaos around us, she was the center of attention, the sun. Rick and Mike were hanging out joking the whole time, breaking out snacks and making different vodka drinks. In a period of minutes, I went from almost shitting my pants to laughing my ass off. Cyndi and Mike shared stories, Rick and I shared stories, they gave us a tour of their home ‘dungeon’ in the garage and played music. Every time Cyndi needed a prop, a drink, a piece of clothing, Mike eagerly jumped at the chance to get it. Everytime my drink was low, or my smoke was gone, Mike topped me up. Not only was there a love I could see in their eyes for each other, there was a deep respect they had for the people in their lives as well, even if they were there for but a moment. After the shoot, we talked about our plans for the nite and Cyndi suggested we go check out a dive bar called the Emergency Room and then a strip club where she would hook us up with free shots and party fun time. She texted a few times that nite wanting to take us to the Emergency Room, but I had made plans with the other guys from the medical center crew to go to a cheesy club at NY NY. I regret not hanging out with Mike and Cindy that nite. Don’t just look at the boobs and keep scrolling, take a minute to read the story too.

    appel:

    latenightfeelings a few days ago i was going over a box of old pics with one of my best friends. out of the hundreds of pics splayed across my bed, she picked up a picture of Cyndi and told me she passed away two years ago. I had no idea. the next day i discovered that not only did she go down, but her husband Mike passed away months later.

    In early 2007 I was flown out to Las Vegas (my first time in Vegas) as part of a crew for a medical center job. I got into the city, setup my room at NewYork NewYork, played video poker for a few hours, walked the strip, and was over Vegas in less than 6 hours. I had just started taking pics of models, and thought it would be a good idea to do a casting. I went to my only known outlet at the time (craigslist) and posted a ‘model wanted’ ad in the adult section. i got a few responses, one of them was from Cyndi. She invited me to shoot at her house in North Vegas, and I asked if I could bring another member from my crew, Rick (he was over the Vegas Strip scene as well)

    Rick and I took a taxi, I remember this part well as it felt like we drove an hour into the desert and my fair was around $70, ouch. When we arrived at the house, a super tall, super skinny long haired man dressed in all black answered the door.. “what’s up guys, Cindy they’re here!!” Mike (super skinny super tall long haired man in all black) led us into the house. There were wrapped christmas presents everywhere, a dead christmas tree (I think it was february) animal skulls, people in black hoodies walking room to room and turtles everywhere. We walked out to the backyard for a smoke and hung out with Mike. This was one of my first ever shoots, and I felt like a stranger in a strange place, intimidated and concerned that I had taken Rick to a Satanic church in the middle of the desert.. Mike must have quickly tuned into this and tried to accomodate us by offering some water. He came back with two glasses of water and quickly left to check up on Cyndi. After taking a few big gulps, Rick pointed at my glass and the huge chunk of pizza dough death floating on the bottom of my drink. I looked at it, looked at him, shrugged and finished off my drink. I already felt like I was done for, what did a small piece of water logged pizza have to with my consequences.

    And then it happened, Mike came down the stairs first with Cyndi right behind him. Even though she was wrapped in a dirty bath robe and mismatched slippers, her beautiful pearl like skin illuminated, and her smile was gentle and kind. Only Mikes smile was bigger, you could tell how excited he was to present her, to show her off. We did our shoot, it was nothing short of amazing. In all the chaos around us, she was the center of attention, the sun. Rick and Mike were hanging out joking the whole time, breaking out snacks and making different vodka drinks. In a period of minutes, I went from almost shitting my pants to laughing my ass off. Cyndi and Mike shared stories, Rick and I shared stories, they gave us a tour of their home ‘dungeon’ in the garage and played music. Every time Cyndi needed a prop, a drink, a piece of clothing, Mike eagerly jumped at the chance to get it. Everytime my drink was low, or my smoke was gone, Mike topped me up. Not only was there a love I could see in their eyes for each other, there was a deep respect they had for the people in their lives as well, even if they were there for but a moment.

    After the shoot, we talked about our plans for the nite and Cyndi suggested we go check out a dive bar called the Emergency Room and then a strip club where she would hook us up with free shots and party fun time. She texted a few times that nite wanting to take us to the Emergency Room, but I had made plans with the other guys from the medical center crew to go to a cheesy club at NY NY. I regret not hanging out with Mike and Cindy that nite.

    Don’t just look at the boobs and keep scrolling, take a minute to read the story too.

     
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