things I like this week, vol 42.2

I lied about posting again the day after the last one.

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Sell music on itunes at ReverbNation.com

Apparently I have a thing for trip hop. This is on regular rotation on our blues nights and it's been in my head for weeks.

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There was a long time where if you asked me to name my "type" of man I couldn't give you any specifics beyond tall. I've narrowed it down quite a bit since then, but this post reaffirms my love of beards.

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Clever.

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I love almost everything this woman wears.

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In case you haven't seen it (though you probably have). Colin and I have been quoting it at each other at least twice a day since we watched it.

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A found bookmark.

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A coworker bought a bunch of these scalp massagers as graduation gifts for our seniors. She had extras, so I got one too. It is awesome.

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I don't like Beyonce, but her hair looks like fire in this picture.

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There is a special place in my heart for stained glass.

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Yes, please.

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This too.

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Every once in awhile you could see the wind doing this to the peaks in Flag.

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Maybe I need to just make a post entitled "Steve McCurry is awesome."

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A really beautiful post on Aldeburg, Suffolk.

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He "document[s] the exact time, angle, latitude and longitude of each exposure and then track[s] the rotation of the earth to locations with clear night skies such as the Mojave, Sahara, and Atacama deserts."

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And, because I feel like ending with a poem:

Suicide's Note

The calm
cool face of the river
asked me for a kiss. 

- Langston Hughes

things I like this week, vol. 42.1

If you haven't seen this yet - I've had it sent to me by two dear people who apparently know my taste - it's incredible: a Paris apartment sealed up just before WW2 and opened just recently. The woman paid the rent until she died and never returned, and when they opened it up, they found a painting of her grandmother, actress-muse-mistress to Giovanni Boldini.

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I love the internet.

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This woman's photographs are incredible.

My favorite thing about this shot is the pinky-red blood trail behind her, and the way the color is echoed in the gradation of her lips.

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I love this post about the sound in tango music that's named after a cicada - a chicharra. I've heard it, but I'd never known what it was.

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Ben Folds choosing pianos in his studio.

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An absurdly detailed map of North American dialects. For the record, I say "pin" and "pen" differently, despite being born in Georgia and living for the past decade and a half in Tucson.

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A fascinating article in Smithsonian magazine about how artists in Egypt are using graffiti as a form of protest against the government. 

A pawn uprising.

It's an excerpt from Neruda translated into Arabic: "You can step on the flowers but you can never delay the Spring."

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Heartbreakingly beautiful photography by a teenage trainhopper. They published a book of his photos, but he's working as a mechanic now and doesn't think of himself as a photographer.

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It's the light and shadow under her shoulder, and her vulnerability.

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I am suffering quite heavily from this at the moment. I'm partway through To Have and Have Another (making drinks as I go); I'm two chapters in to editing Colin's next novel; I have started but not finished The Wyrd Sisters and Jitterbug Perfume; Colin gave me The Paris Wife for Mother's Day, which I have read before and loved and want to read again, especially after To Have; seeing Gastby made me want to read my copy of Jazz Age Stories, which was returned to me by a student the day after I remembered owning it (but not that I'd lent it out); I downloaded American Gods to my phone and haven't opened it; and the trailer for Ender's Game makes me itch to read it again, for probably the tenth time. 

Of the paper copies, only Ender's Game is actually in the bookshelf - the rest are stacked around the house, mostly in the nightstand.

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And speaking of Fitzgerald, here's the villa where he supposedly wrote Tender is the Night: 

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More to come tomorrow, I think. I've been saving up awhile (as you might have guessed from the dearth of posts lately).