tuneage:

ghostmodernism:

Stromae - Papaoutai

Note to self: listen to more Belgian pop music, specifically Stromae, because this video and song are incredible. Especially intense in light of the fact that Stromae’s father was killed in the Rwandan Genocide. Papaoutai comes from “Papa, où t’es?” or “Dad, where are you?”

This is a beautifully shot music video with some very dynamic choices in cinematography and color symbolism. If you speak any French, you’ll also enjoy the discrepancy between the upbeat pop-style and the sad lyrics.

(Source: sidbranca)

My home screen in 2014

My home screen in 2014

tuneage:

Big Black Delta’s - Side of the Road

I will be honest with you, Thanksgiving viewers, I am posting this video not only because I enjoy the song but also because the glowing sunglasses made my mother laugh so hard she almost choked.

Big Black Delta is the first (and only) time I’ve seen a group need two drummers on stage. Because why not?

James Murphy (LCD Soundsystem) remixed David Bowie’s Love is Lost in the style of minimal music composer Steve Reich. Here’s the video for it by Barnaby Roper.

I Want to Write You a Postcard

acrosstheus:

One of the best aspects of traveling by motorcycle is that your pace is necessarily slower than when you travel by car. This means a lot more stops at roadside diners for a cup of coffee, or afternoon naps in small town parks.

As part of this slower pace, I’ve set a goal to write at least two postcards per day, and I would love to send one of them to you!

If you want to receive a postcard, just email your mailing address to quintendf@gmail.com no later than August 1st. I promise to send you one before my trip is over. It doesn’t matter if we’ve never met, or if we haven’t spoken in years. I would still love to send you one. 

Now the important part: In each postcard, I’ll ask you a question. This might be something totally mundane, or it might (hopefully) be something to make you really think. Regardless, you must answer this question by sending me a handwritten note of your own. I’ll give a (permanent) return address on my postcard. 

Deal? If you’re up for it, send me an email.

Gibson: I came to that out of a perceived need to find an arena in which I could set science fiction stories. The science fiction arena of my childhood was space travel, and the vehicle was the rocket ship, the space ship. And in the late 70s early 80s, that wasn’t resonant to me. I knew I didn’t want to do that. I knew I didn’t want to to do the post-apocalyptic wasteland. I knew I wanted to try to write science fiction, but I didn’t have an arena. And I arrived at cyberspace—

The Evolution of William Gibson | The Awl (via pieratt)

The final frontier?