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- Two Jacks. Or, No way, Jose!
- MOONWALK: THE ADAPTATION
- Convergence for your keening kith (10/28/09)
- Vinyl is heavy and Vitti is forever #13
- Viewing Log #17: Burn off by now already [10/19/09...
- Bunch your matter and count the pages.
- Convergence for a plenty-pregnant invisible (10/20...
- Vinyl is heavy and Vitti is forever #12
- Viewing Log #16: Flight, he says, from a box [10/1...
- We Live OK: 22 Selections, 07.09 + 10.09
- Convergence for finding fall, and falling up (10/1...
- NYFF09: Moments Out of Time
- Vinyl is heavy and Vitti is forever #11
- Sound off: sounds off. 'Formers, for the hell of i...
- Viewing Log #15: Risk recognition and open again [...
- Cover up the blank spots
- Ratatouille's sense of taste, of place
- Convergence for your chocolate girl (10/8/09)
- Vinyl is heavy and Vitti is forever #10
- Convergence for shame's abatement (10/5/09)
- Cosmic calls in on us, again.
- Viewing Log #14: Holy haunts are private [9/28/09 ...
- Sunrise: Monkeys do piggish things, too.
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We thank you for your curiosity!
We Curate, We Create
- A Conjunction of Quotations
- Alain à la recherche
- BANG BANG
- Cannes 2011
- Convergences
- DREYER at BAM
- Found Facts
- Last Lost
- Lynch Mob
- Our City Our Words
- Pedro Costa at PFA
- Represent Repertory
- RWK's viewing log [07.09 'til 10.11]
- SFIFF52
- SFIFF53
- SFIFF54
- Telluride 2008
- Two thousand weight?
- Vinyl is heavy and Vitti is forever
- VINYL IS PODCAST
- We Live OK
We Live
I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.
— Joan Didion
— Joan Didion
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