It’s really nice to see these faces alive and smiling and exuberant and healthy. Goddamn, Breaking Bad.
And, of course, super exciting for the cast, writers, and crew of one of the best television shows of all times. Much deserved.
photo via the new york times
I want to always have a sense of adventure in life—to see new things and revel in them, to not be afraid or worried or distracted. I don’t want to spend every weekend in bed, watching trashy television and reading only-just-okay books. I want to drive to Bend, to BC, to California, Montana. I want to book a flight to Los Angeles and try to survive a weekend in that city without a car or a bodycon dress. I want to save my money and go—next winter, for real, I am doing this—to southeast Asia, three weeks on my own or with a friend or family, I don’t care. I will walk through temples, quiet and solemn, and eat curry and dip in the ocean. I will live life like this pup, making the best of it despite my nerves.
Today I saw a license plate said that said AFK BRB, and that couldn’t have been by chance, right? I tried to take a picture, but apparently my new thing is being technologically inept, so I got a photo that said AFK and then had a dark blur where my finger was pressed against the lens, all 1990s disposable camera style and shit. So just pretend.
Amid all the craziness that typically goes on in the Rays clubhouse after a win — the thumping music, strobe lights, fog machine, assorted instruments and attempted dancing — manager Joe Maddon summed up the wild night with a simple silent gesture.
As team vice president Rick Vaughn walked into his office after the 4-3 12-inning victory over Texas on Wednesday, Maddon raised his hand as if writing his name in the air, and the symbolism was obvious: The Rays had the signature win they had been seeking, the kind of moment they feel can propel them through the rest of the season and into the playoffs.
"I want to believe this game has to give us some kind of impetus moving forward," Maddon said.
photo and quote by the tampa bay times
All I want in life is to hug baby cows. (I did, once.)
photo via cute overload
I can’t help it: I think Kim Kardashian is a beautiful angel.
Lately, I can’t stop wondering what would happen if I went to MAC and asked them to make me up and over. Like, with enough concealer and powder, with contouring and a dramatic, smoky eye, with a neutral lip, if I finally got my damn brows waxed, could I pass for the type of pretty I’ve always secretly wanted to be? I started wearing makeup four years ago. I walked into the store and I told them I wanted everything to be natural and neutral and dewy. What if I had asked them to make me as close to a Kardashian as possible? Might my life be completely different?
Anyway, I’m going to try to talk about makeup and the Kardashians and my face without explicitly saying how much I hate my face (oh, whoops) because mostly I just want to say that, from where I’m sitting early on in season two, I truly believe (and hope and wish and pray) that Rob Kardashian and Adrienne from Cheetah Girls will be together forever.
Spoilers and you die.
photo by glenn francis
Rian Johnson, director of last night’s Breaking Bad episode, tweeted a bunch of (super cool!) behind-the-scenes photos from shooting. He “can’t remember if we remembered to take this off before we shot,” and I have to chuckle to think that maybe there was a little heart drawn onto Walt’s Chrysler during all of the crazy shit that went down at To’hajiilee. (Like we’d have noticed.) I’m trying to avoid posting anything spoiler-y, but man, that most recent episode was so hard to watch, and so, so good. I can’t wait to see how things settle out.
Because I know your summer isn’t complete without a photo of me in a bikini (barf!). Presenting: The seven dollar UO high-waisted bikini, purchased for this December’s Mexico trip. I figure for seven dollars, I might as well keep it, though I feel a little ridiculous in it.
Haruki Murakami, in a 2004 interview for the Paris Review
I’d like to quote the whole thing, but I’ll just share this. …And, now I need to reread Kafka on the Shore.