tumbly.

“Compass” - Jamie Lidell (via stereogum)

Consider me intrigued!

Yep, I’m a dork. (:

This:

Not this:

Oh, Dodge, if it weren’t so completely insulting it would be charming how you apparently think stereotyping and discounting us is the right road to take. Because: no. Also: fuck you.

(dashboard friends: gotta click through for the videos. darn you, dashboard!)

Eggs in a basket is one of those things I keep telling myself I should try, but then I don’t. Until this morning. (:

Lessons learned:

This size basket, though large relative to the piece of bread, works great
I like having that bread-guide; yum!
My bread tastes gooood, but I’ll be experimenting with others.

“Learnalilgivinanlovin” - Gotye

That sound! Those drums! The unexpected resemblance to Matt Brown (you see it, right?)! That interlude around 2:30! Lyrics like “what’s the use in keeping all the good things that you found to yourself” (hello, tumbly raison d’être). Love. it.

Classic.

There’s something about living smack in the middle of 2 mountain ranges that I enjoy; it’s been weeks since it was clear enough to see the Olympics (from my living room :P).

520 westbound.

A River Runs Through It (Yosemite NP Polaroids)

Both are gorgeous, the first one is my favorite. I miss Yosemite. A lot.

The Real Timothy McSweeney

That’s quite lovely, that is. (via kottke)

“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.” - Shakespeare

The lovely postcard (-slash-new bookmark-slash-reminder) I got from Julie of the Here You Go project (handing out umbrellas — just because — around Pittsburgh; how do you not love that? It’s impossible, don’t try).

Thank you, Julie. (:

Phantom Menace Reviewer Takes on Avatar

You see the ultimate irony with Avatar is that for all the time and money spent to make this movie in 3D, the story and characters were still stuck in one dimension.

(via Coudal)

It’s been awhile since I read or heard “irony” used correctly. Also: word.

Stuck in traffic, out of focus.

Progress: 6 down, 15 to go! (list)

Which: The Tao of Wu, The RZA

What I knew about the Wu-Tang Clan before this book couldn’t fill a thimble. Rappers, Shaolin something-something, and a few of My People dig ‘em. Not that I’m an expert, now, but learning about their (okay, mostly RZA’s) history as a backdrop to RZA’s own philosophies worked for me.

He manages to tell his story and explain what he’s learned without falling down the preachy rabbit hole. Mostly¹. Except even the moments where he teeters on the edge of that descent, he sounds more earnest, fervent, than judgmental.

For all the work his hard work on his path to enlightenment, it’s not until the loss of his mom and later his cousin (ODB) that RZA’s sense of perspective starts to square with my own and I begin to relate to him. That kind of loss has shaped my entire life, observing its effect on someone else is a bizarre and heart-breaking thing.

¹ In a 20-year-old letter he uses to close the book, there’s 1 line that hints at homophobia; it doesn’t ruin the book, but I did think “Come on. 1989, but dude. Sigh.”