Adrift
Adrift from Simon Christen on Vimeo.
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
Which did I think would make the best companion for a man’s nether years, Miss X or Miss Y? I told him that if one had to ask which, it generally meant neither. —Mary Ann Shaffer
Antarctica by Kalle Ljung
The Amazing Costumes of Game of Thrones
Flight Videos Deconstructed
Source: http://tabletopwhale.com/2014/29/flight-videos-deconstructed.html
History of Commerce: From Cattle to Bitcoin
Source: http://designyoutrust.com/2015/history-of-commerce-from-cattle-to-bitcoin/
City of Thieves
Talent must be a fanatical mistress. She’s beautiful; when you’re with her, people watch you, they notice. But she bangs on your door at odd hours, and she disappears for long stretches, and she has no patience for the rest of your existence: your wife, your children, your friends. She is the most thrilling evening […]
How to Become Gluten Intolerant
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
Are two types of jokes. One sort goes on being funny forever. Other sort is funny once. Second time it’s dull. This joke is second sort. Use it once, you’re a wit. Use twice, you’re a halfwit. —Robert Heinlein
The Rick Astley Remixer
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Birdy
I don’t know how long I was dreaming the dream before I began to know. It’s hard to know you’re dreaming unless you catch yourself doing it. —William Wharton
Gotham City SF // A Timelapse Film
Gotham City SF // A Timelapse Film from Toby Harriman on Vimeo.
Empire Falls
One of the odd things about middle age, he concluded, was the strange decisions a man discovers he’s made by not really making them, like allowing friends to drift away through simple neglect. —Richard Russo
Bring Up the Bodies
You can be merry with the king, you can share a joke with him. But as Thomas More used to say, it’s like sporting with a tamed lion. You tousle its mane and pull its ears, but all the time you’re thinking, those claws, those claws, those claws. —Hilary Mantel
SNL: Say What You Wanna Say
Wolf Hall
Grace dies in his arms; she dies easily, as naturally as she was born. He eases her back against the damp sheet: a child of impossible perfection, her fingers uncurling like thin white leaves. I never knew her, he thinks; I never knew I had her. —Hilary Mantel
Stoner
In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another. —John Williams
Johnny Got His Gun
If you make a war if there are guns to be aimed if there are bullets to be fired if there are men to be killed they will not be us. They will not be us the guys who grow wheat and turn it into food the guys who make clothes and paper and houses […]
This is Where I Leave you
The thing about people who work in finance is that they consider their job infinitely more important than anything or anyone, and so it’s perfectly legitimate to tell everyone else to fuck off because they have a conference call with Dubai. Billions of dollars are involved, so things like a kid’s birthday or a wife’s […]
Jitterbug Perfume
To physically overcome death—is that not the goal?—we must think unthinkable thoughts and ask unanswerable questions. Yet we must not lose ourselves in abstract vapors of philosophy. Death has his concrete allies, we must enlist ours. Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be […]
