i do suspect (at least i find) that there is a much deeper meaning here…& i believe it is beautiful, as well as encouraging. 

good work, A.C./Vashti B.

whenever i am feeling especially nostalgic for Paris (which, come now, is all of the time) i turn to this video & i am comforted.

all of the French I know, I learned from this video*

*that’s not true. my DIY Pimsleur & knock off Rosetta Stone audio tapes have taught me volumes!**

**Def., Volumes: colors; numbers; key phrases for asking/offering directions; ordering food/drink; warding off the Gypsies who sell light up Eiffel Towers/overbearing Frenchmen/people who are attempting to steal your passport…

judge it as you will, this is my Thursday night

***1.5 hours later: i’m all for bad scary movies/cult classics, but this is like Plan 9 From Outer Space x100 on the Unbearable Scale. have i laughed? have i cracked a smile? yes, certainly…but mostly i have found myself counting down the minutes/spacing out/trying to make myself fall asleep on the couch 

(it still hasn’t ended yet)

next on the Netflix Queue:  The Room

here’s hoping!

Malkmus sings Dylan. short & sweet. & sweetly bittersweet. 

“We Could Be Looking for the Same Thing” - a lovely tune lifted from Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea.

the 2 best aspects of this song: a driving bass line & cassie berman’s vocal contributions

one of my first & foremost Bright Eyes love affairs

True Blue, Dirty Beaches - a lovely lo-fi wonder.