Night Windows

Romney, McCain go at it

Me: so ellen page and james mcavoy are both at this actor panel tonight
and I don’t know if I should befriend James or impregnate Page
Dan: why limit yourself?
Me: you’re right
fuck science
I’m going to impregnate McAvoy
Dan: lucky bastard
Me: luck has nothing to do with it
I’ve been slipping him fertility meds since Atonement wrapped

François Pignon, the main character (right) proposes to the love of his love, Émile. She refuses, tells him that she’s only interested in him as a friend and that with times like they are (she started a bookstore that left her upwards of 36,000 euro in debt), she can’t think about marriage or moving in [...]

It seems like within hours of his death, everybody knew. Observing how fast the news spread, I realized how much Heath Ledger meant to not only me, but my generation. I heard the news from Brandon, and it affected me a way I didn’t expect. I got almost misty sitting in my desk, unable to [...]

Chanson du Geolier
by Jacques Prévert
Où vas-tu beau geôlier
Avec cette clé tachée de sang
Je vais délivrer celle que j’aime
S’il en est encore temps
Et que j’ai enfermée
Tendrement cruellement
Au plus secret de mon désir
Au plus profond de mon tourment
Dans les mensonges de l’avenir
Dans les bêtises des serments
Je veux la délivrer
Je veux qu’elle soit libre
Et même de [...]

Recently stumbling, I came across this:

Excerpt from a conversation with David, 2:21 A.M:
Me: so I stumbled on this, and clicked “I like it!”
David: haha
Me: This could be a very awkward week (of photos)
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Honestly though, I want to know the story behind this picture.

Borders, once a month as far as I can tell, puts out pamphlets for its book club. The books are usually mediocre, Oprah-esque books, but every once in a while they pick a gem. This month’s non-fiction choice is The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, memoir of Jean-Dominique Bauby (who I will be writing about [...]

I’m not a fan of traditional top ten lists. I’ve compiled a list of the ten best films I saw this year (organized below in the order I saw them) without a numbering system. These movies are all good to me, and good for different reasons. It’s hard for me to say that one good [...]

Untitled
by Kristjana Gunnars
I am propelled by my sense of loss

the morning sun does not succeed
in comforting me, the fresh smell
of prairie grasses refuses to reach me

I have lost you even in your affirmation
that I cannot lose you

I cannot account for this emptiness

The posters, which came out within a month of one another, are about as creative as the movies themselves.