[Network] Ten used to tag its on-air promotions with the word ‘seriously’ to be either ironic or hopeful. still, if not for our edgy “youth” network, they’d have to air the likes of Dr Phil on real tv.
i live on the frozen surface of a fireball, where cities come together,
to hate each other in the name of sport.
i looked up to you but you thought i would look the other way.
you hear what you want to hear,
your faith has got to be greater than your fear.
forgive them even if they are not sorry.
drop your guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time..and don't be shy, oh no, at least deliberately.
no-one really cares or wanders why anymore, all the dreamers on the run.
we're so quick to point out our own flaws in others.
i encourage that you watch this sci-fi goodness and also chuck a listen to his almost admirable speech impediment at around 1:30. i can't stop listening out for it now :@.
none of the non-censored videos that i have found allow embedding, so instead:
one comment was pretty well played: ‘a Yay for the Video; a Nay to the laughable censoring.’
and another: ‘such a relief to know they found The Fist after all that face massage, yellow crap and lying around naked.’, haha.
but my favourite and possibly most unrelated is a comment that stated: ‘fuckin some donald darko shit right here..god damn burt reynolds.’
beneath the Lego museum at the Lego headquarters in Billund, Denmark, is a locked, secret room whose contents have been known to make grown men cry. i ask my guide Jette Orduna, head of Lego’s archive, what’s in there, but she won’t say. instead she asks me the year i was born. i tell her 1965. she leads me into a basement room, mostly comprising a floor-to-ceiling, gunmetal-grey filing system. she slides back one of the cabinet walls, each of which has shelves piled high with old Lego boxes in mint condition. the label on the shelf reads 1972, when i would have been seven years old. i don’t burst into tears – as more than one adult visitor has done – but i definitely feel a catch in my throat and a moistness in my eyes as i see my early childhood: the ambulance set, the police car set, the Shell garage set, all exactly as i remember them from more than 35 years ago.
such is the power of Lego.
since its first interlocking brick set was launched in 1949 it has become more popular than any toy in history. every second, seven new boxes of Lego are sold; for every person in the world, there are 62 Lego pieces; Lego people – mini-figures, as they’re known – outnumber real people.
i like Maggie T. she's aged elegantly, and has taken incredibly good care of her hair and skin in particular. she has a clear-cut, simple and classic beauty regime.
she radiates.
some of her words that i read today:
'my favourite interviewee is: [writer, filmmaker] Anne Deveson. she has an intellect that scares you but she’s still Annie, a good mate.
someone who makes me laugh is: any man I get involved with. a lover has got to be able to make you laugh.
the best invention is: good fake tan. anything that keeps people sensibly out of the sun and yet gives them the look they want is very desirable.
my biggest regret is: nothing. everything that’s happened in my life, good and bad, has taught me something.'
'Maggie T builds on the philosophy that today's woman is discerning.'
humans are innately curious about their world. science as a ‘way of knowing’ is used by people to explore and explain their experiences of phenomena of the universe. it is a process for constructing new knowledge. science is part of the human quest for understanding and wisdom and reflects human wonder about the world. the study of science as a ‘way of knowing’ and a ‘way of doing’ can help students reach deeper understandings of the world.
(Science Syllabus, QSA)
a good lipstick's on my list of things to do, still.
willow > you.
according to net-a-porter:
'since 2003, Australia's most stylish have fallen for designer Kit Willow's soft romantic draping and sumptuous fabrics spliced with hand-worked metal and glass appliqués. opt for bead-sprayed jackets, sharply tailored jackets and billowing feather trimmed chiffon blouses.'
these clothes make me close to tears, no exaggeration.
even the titles for the collections are dreamy.
and shit this model (and the one on the runway, below) makes me want white hair again. i wish it wasnt so so so so unbearably damaging to keep up.:
images via
my favourites looks:
ETERNAL PHI, JAN/FEB 2010:
FRAGMENTATION, Resort 2009:
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