Nardwuar vs. Odd Future

Auroral Substorm

Mars in Northern Summer

Touch

Your neck, your hands, your back. It is soft to the touch, like satin, and as smooth as butter. Feeling your hands on my neck, my waist, my hips, my legs gives me a thrill unlike any other. Your touch makes me weak in the knees when I'm not even standing and it makes me breath fast when I'm laying still. A touch on my clavicle, my neck, my lips; it all makes me nervous and excited to think what happens next.

Mars with clouds

Moon of Neptune - Triton

Neptune

Neptune and Triton

2011 mtvU Woodie Awards Site

Eclipse of the Sun by Saturn (Photograph)
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Saturn's rings

Odd Future

Jupiter

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Jupiter

 

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Tharsis region of Mars

Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, Spain by Frank Gehry

Greetings

Moments II

Those little games we play, like you trying to get the covers away from my grip while I try to anyways despite your hold on my arms and legs. Me rubbing your chin trying to get you to follow me upstairs while you laugh incessantly for no reason at all. The jokes that make you laugh, the moments that make you smile with me doing the same in return. Whispering "Whisper whisper whisper" in my ear and making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. All these little things are what matter to me, please don't let them end.

Carry me on your shoulders

 There is nothing I want more right now than Summer. I want to work and get paid, I want it to be warm (even though I will regret saying this when the time comes), and I want to be that much closer to leaving this place and being somewhat on my own. I want to be an adult. I want to feel the wind in my air through the open windows. I want to turn the radio up loud and feel the bass through my bones.

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Where Children Sleep

Howl

 

With this being the second Hayao Miyazaki film I have seen (Spirited Away being the first), I can safely say that he is brilliant. Having always been a tad skeptic about anime films and television shows, I was certainly apprehensive to give this genre a chance. What made me watch Sprited Away however, was my Film Studies class. We watched a 15 minute clip and I was left wanting more, wanting to see what happened next. This reaction surprised me but nonetheless, I was left downloading the film that night.  

At the time I was introduced to Spirited Away, I had already been quite interested in Japanese culture. For my sophomore year literature circle book, I read the novel Battle Royale and just had to watch the film version after.  This could not have been a better decision, as I just about fell in love with the movie. I suddenly became fascinated with the Japanese language. Unfortunately, this fascination faded until senior year, actually until pretty recently, when I watched Lost In Translation. This film portrays a more modern version of Japan, in the capital Tokyo to be  exact. Anyways, the point is this: one should not form an opinion of something without first doing some research.

Miyazaki's animation is just so incredibly crisp, bright, and simply beautiful. I get lost in his films and my jaw constantly drops open. One can only dream of having an imagination as vivid as any of his films. 

I must say though, that one of my mistakes may be that I watched both of these in English, for the sole purpose of not reading subtitles. Any film critic I'm sure would argue that it takes away from the film-not watching in the intended language. However, I disagree. What a viewer makes of a film is created by them, independent of any other factors (language, whether watched on a big screen or small, etc.)

Now, all I can hope for is to watch all of his animated films. I am almost certain that I will not regret a single moment.

Nearside of the Moon

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e. e. cummings

stand with your lover on the ending earth-

and while a(huge which by which huger than
huge)whoing sea leaps to greenly hurl snow  

suppose we could not love,dear;imagine

ourselves like living neither nor dead these
(or many thousand hearts which don't and dream
or many million minds which sleep and move)
blind sands,at pitiless the mercy of

time time time time time

-how fortunate are you and i,whose home
is timelessness:we who have wandered down
from fragrant mountains of eternal now  

to frolic in such mysteries as birth 
and death a day(or maybe even less)

“All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.”

—	Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse V)