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Are you too busy to read this? If so, clickkity click on the clock for this short article in the WSJ about time management.

check out these super awesome lego designs of classic films. clickkity click on the pic.

End of an era. Just found out Chef Nozowa is retiring.

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marc maron tells it like no other. Success, failure, heartbreak, comedy, sex, fear, love. click on marc for the words to come to alive.

                              How to (really) Make It in America - Entry 1

Part of of the problem of writing every morning at a random coffeeshop is that you never know what you’re going to get. You never know when the possessed password for the internet is suddenly going to change from “Make it Dirty” to ”GO GIANTS” and you never know when you’re bowels will react in a manner that makes your entire morning uncomfortable. You also never know this: When you’re going to be confronted by three girl’s, tourists on break from classes at Indiana University, discussing the deal they got at the hotel at Times Square they’re staying in that’s being renovated. The way they’re describing it in voices as loud and out of tune as broken harps, sounds like there’s been a mouse infestation. But to them, the hotel is open to all those who find it to be “charming” and “quirky.” You might also be surprised to find a homeless man or two sitting near you, scratching themselves in odd patterns that don’t quite resemble anything you’ve seen in any place, but perhaps a mental hospital. Perhaps that explains the white bracelets they’re wearing on their wrists, the kinds with the tiny odd shaped grooves in them. Either that or they have been on a bender, raving non stop for the last who knows how many days. The coffeeshop does serve organic cereal. Finally, there’s this, and it’s probably the part of this whole experience that edges me most at the nerve endings. There’s a man in here, tall, very sweet looking, could be a high school teacher, as his lunch is always packed and he wears cheap gas station eye glasses. He’s been reading two books every day for the last few days. One is a book on anger management and the other is a book about hate crimes.

This box office feels like a dream and reminds me of the carousel in the Santa Monica pier that I grew up goin’ to. I spent countless hours on the white marble horses of that carousel, begging my father to let me ride as soon as we got to the pier and pleading with him to let me stay when it was time to go. At theaters like this I would watch movies with my father, my brother, my cousins, my next door neighbor’s Masha and marina, and Masha’s brother Anthony. I’d run trough Universal’s City Walk and sneak my hands into the buckets of wax at the magic hands booth and count the crusty pieces of wax as they slowly crumbled off while my dad cut the lines to buy us all tickets. Iffy business, but Sunday lines were always huge. After the first movie ended we would occasionally stay inside the giant air conditioned mega plex and carefully sneak into the next movie. These were the best days. The days that I could see my father just as he saw me, as a kid.

Hello film lover,

Just watched this 7 min short film starring Peter Mullan from Sundance 2012 and it’s really good. Check it out and ‘lemme know what you think.

Click on PIC to watch “Long Distance Information.”

Just read a truly a great article in Slate via The Financial Times about sports and literature. Click on pic to be re-directed.

“There really is a blissful, beautiful idea behind not masturbating. If I could stop I’d be really happy. But I think it’s more interesting to illuminate shit than to opinionate about it.”