Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Alfred: Lord Tennyson
"And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott."
-- The Lady of Shalott
Photograph by Charles Dodgson.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Heartbreakers
So contrary to popular opinion, I do actually listen to other music besides Morrissey. Infrequently at best, but still.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Discerning Cats
Monday, December 5, 2011
A Shyness that is Criminally Vulgar
During finals week my eternal crush on Morrissey seems to intensify. As does my love of New Wave (do.not.judge). ...As does my desire to clean my entire house, cook, knit, make tea...Hm. Procrastination? Perhaps. Ah, life!
Reporter: Did you hear t.A.T.u.'s version of "How Soon Is Now?"
Morissey: Yes, it was magnificent. Absolutely. Again, I don't know much about them.
Reporter: They are teenage Russian lesbians.
Morissey: Well, aren't we all?
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Théâtre
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
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