rationalizations…
From THE BIG CHILL
Michael:  Rationalizations are more important than sex.  
Sam: No, that’s not true.  No…
Michael: You ever go a week without a rationalization?
“Jennifer, we’ve noticed a lot of reblogging,” you say.  ”Developing my novel,” I say.  
Rationalization, yes.  The best one I’ve got.  Actually that’s not really a rationalization, more like an excuse and there is nothing irrational about that particular excuse.  It does happen to be SO bourgeoisie.  ”developing my novel…” Blech!
I mean seriously look at the expression on William Hurt’s face.  He’s so embarrassed for me and Tom Berenger can’t even look in my direction.  

rationalizations…

From THE BIG CHILL

Michael:  Rationalizations are more important than sex.  

Sam: No, that’s not true.  No…

Michael: You ever go a week without a rationalization?

“Jennifer, we’ve noticed a lot of reblogging,” you say.  ”Developing my novel,” I say.  

Rationalization, yes.  The best one I’ve got.  Actually that’s not really a rationalization, more like an excuse and there is nothing irrational about that particular excuse.  It does happen to be SO bourgeoisie.  ”developing my novel…” Blech!

I mean seriously look at the expression on William Hurt’s face.  He’s so embarrassed for me and Tom Berenger can’t even look in my direction.  

sweet-iolanthe:

futurisms | nickelcobalt | enthusiasmdocumented | (via nevver)

gotta do what you gotta do

Love this!

clientsfromhell:

Client: ”I want a flash on the tub saying 100% free.”

Me: “Err, you can’t say that. That means you’d have to give it away.”

Client: ”Look -  It’s twice the size, so you’re getting 100% free.”

Acc handler: ”No, you see if you say 100% free—”

Client: “--look, I haven’t got time to explain this to you, just put it on.”

howtobewoman:

curvycouture: (via seasidelove)

138. Don’t be afraid to be different.

New York-based street artist Ellis Gallagher uses just the shadows from inanimate objects, and a pocketful of chalk, to create his remarkable pavement art. 

http://www.lostateminor.com/2010/04/28/using-shadows-to-create-street-art/#more-33638

hipsterpuppies:

penny called the new m.i.a. video “preachy,” but quickly changed the subject when asked exactly what it was preaching.

[photo via michelle p]

  1. Camera: SONY DSC-W130
  2. Aperture: f/2.8
  3. Exposure: 1/40th
  4. Focal Length: 5mm
hottiesfromhistory:

 Hotty from History #16 - Prince Vladimir Pavlovich Paley
lostsplendor:

I’ve been trying to do weekly bios on obscure historical figures lately. Here’s this week:
Prince Vladimir Pavlovich Paley (1897-1918)
Being the lovechild of Tsar Alexander II and Olga Paley, his mistress; young Vladimir was bound to have an interesting life.  Growing up in Paris, and spending the majority of his time at a military school reserved for aristocracy back in St. Petersburg, which during so he grew into a painfully attractive young man {this you cannot deny}.  Fighting {and not dying, as millions of Russkis did} in WWI, Vladimir returned to Russia, only to find that the Reds had been rallied. Best welcome home present ever for the illegitimate child of a Tsar; you think? Well, after Nicholas II had stepped down from the Tsardom and Aleksandr Kerensky had taken his place, promising to push forward in the war and bring Russia to victory, Vladimir made the mistake of writing a poem about Kerensky, for which he was arrested by the Bolsheviks. I doubt they enjoyed it.  Then, unfortunately in 1918 he was killed and tossed down a mineshaft at the age of 22 with a number of his relatives. A disappointing end which was the fate of many of individuals somehow affiliated with the Tsar and/or the White Army.  Rest in peace, Prince Vladimir Paley. You fine.


couldn’t have said it better ourselves! thanks to lostsplendor for this delightful guest entry.

hottiesfromhistory:

 Hotty from History #16 - Prince Vladimir Pavlovich Paley

lostsplendor:

I’ve been trying to do weekly bios on obscure historical figures lately. Here’s this week:

Prince Vladimir Pavlovich Paley (1897-1918)

Being the lovechild of Tsar Alexander II and Olga Paley, his mistress; young Vladimir was bound to have an interesting life.  Growing up in Paris, and spending the majority of his time at a military school reserved for aristocracy back in St. Petersburg, which during so he grew into a painfully attractive young man {this you cannot deny}.  Fighting {and not dying, as millions of Russkis did} in WWI, Vladimir returned to Russia, only to find that the Reds had been rallied. Best welcome home present ever for the illegitimate child of a Tsar; you think? Well, after Nicholas II had stepped down from the Tsardom and Aleksandr Kerensky had taken his place, promising to push forward in the war and bring Russia to victory, Vladimir made the mistake of writing a poem about Kerensky, for which he was arrested by the Bolsheviks. I doubt they enjoyed it.  Then, unfortunately in 1918 he was killed and tossed down a mineshaft at the age of 22 with a number of his relatives. A disappointing end which was the fate of many of individuals somehow affiliated with the Tsar and/or the White Army.  Rest in peace, Prince Vladimir Paley. You fine.


couldn’t have said it better ourselves! thanks to lostsplendor for this delightful guest entry.