I Was Born Free

"We're all one thing, Lieutenant. That's what I've come to realize. Like cells in a body. 'Cept we can't see the body. The way fish can't see the ocean. And so we envy each other. Hurt each other. Hate each other. How silly is that? A heart cell hating a lung cell." - Cassie from THE THREE

Best song.


The missing Malaysia Airlines flight comes up in conversation. You mention that it’s just like hit TV show Lost. “Too soon!” your friend replies.

You realize he means it’s too soon since the Lost finale.

This bitch interviewing the younger version of Charlotte Gainsbourg for a job in Nymphomaniac for Best Supporting Actress.


I desperately hope that Leonardo DiCaprio dies without ever winning an Oscar

The UN just tweeted “tWERK.”

I longed to be alone, but there was no chance of that, and I wandered up the street. All the faces I saw were of strangers, and would continue to be so for weeks and months as I didn’t know a soul here, but that didn’t prevent me from feeling that I was being watched. Was there something wrong with my coat? My collar, shouldn’t it be turned up like that? My shoes, did they look the way shoes should? Was I walking a bit oddly? Leaning too far forward maybe? Oh, I was an idiot, what an idiot. The flame of stupidity burned bright inside me. Oh, such an idiot I was. What a stupid, idiotic fucking idiot. My shoes. My coat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. My mouth, shapeless, my thoughts, shapeless, my feelings, shapeless. Everything was spongy. There was nothing firm anywhere. Nothing solid, nothing vital. Soft, spongy and stupid. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, how stupid I was. I couldn’t find any peace in a café, within a second I had taken in everyone there, and I continued to do so, and every glance that came my way penetrated into my innermost self, jangled about inside me, and every movement I made, even if only flicking through a book, was likewise transmitted outwards to them, as a sign of my stupidity, every movement I made said: “This is an idiot sitting here.” So it was better to walk, for then the looks disappeared one by one, admittedly they were replaced by others, but they never had time to establish themselves, they just glided past, there goes an idiot, there goes an idiot, there goes an idiot, there goes an idiot.
Karl Ove Knausgaard, My Struggle - Book Two: A Man in Love
The problem with everybody on MSNBC is none of them are funny, although that doesn’t prevent them from trying to be.

Extremely interesting segment on Ukraine from today’s Democracy Now.