Ewan McGregor during the Cannes ceremony.
oh My GOD EWAN YOU FUCKIN FABULOUS MAN. How sharp is the whole look? And the SHOES and the SHORTER TROUSERS, oh my GOD, I fuckin love this man.
Sorry, I’m done.
Frankenstein In The USA Masterpost
USA Frankenstein Screenings
I just bought tickets for both nights. I didn’t think it was playing near me but !!!
Harbored within this image is a stirring elegy to despair of the human condition. The voluptuous form of the buttocks is rendered with naive, jejune lines, and drips with Freudian connotation. This symbolic rendering of the young anal-fixative mind serves as an eloquent metaphor for life in the modern age. The viewer is confronted with a disturbing representation of childlike innocence focused on intensely sexual emotions, paralleling our times’ mix of rampant industrialism and undeveloped social impulse. Yet there is still a strong sense of hope about this striking image, particularly in regards to the upwardly inclined cheeks which seem almost to stare longingly into the aether. Heroic, Randian, this youthful Übermensch seeks transcendence through self-empowerment. Yet the future of the Modern Man is still uncertain, a fact which is highlighted by the innovative composition. The figure is suspended in an ambiguous void wherein it is uncertain whether it is falling into the black pitch of Nihilism at the bottom of the frame or lifting itself up from that Blackness unto Paradise. “It is up to you”, the artist seems to tell us “to decide your own fate!”
An Elegy on The Death of Dr Johnson’s Favourite Cat
Let not the honest muse disdain
For Hodge to wake the plaintive strain.
Shall poets prostitute their lays
In offering venal Statesmen praise;
By them shall flowers Parnassian bloom
Around the tyrant’s gaudy tomb;
And shall not Hodge’s memory claim
Of innocence the candid fame;
Shall not his worth a poem fill,
Who never thought, nor uttered ill;
Who by his manner when caressed
Warmly his gratitude expressed;
And never failed his thanks to purr
Whene’er he stroaked his sable furr?
The general conduct if we trace
Of our articulating race,
Hodge’s, example we shall find
A keen reproof of human kind.
He lived in town, yet ne’er got drunk,
Nor spent one farthing on a punk;
He never filched a single groat,
Nor bilked a taylor of a coat;
His garb when first he drew his breath
His dress through life, his shroud in death.
Of human speech to have the power,
To move on two legs, not on four;
To view with unobstructed eye
The verdant field, the azure sky
Favoured by luxury to wear
The velvet gown, the golden glare -
—If honour from these gifts we claim,
Chartres had too severe a fame.
But wouldst though, son of Adam, learn
Praise from thy noblest powers to earn;
Dost thou, with generous pride aspire
Thy nature’s glory to acquire?
Then in thy life exert the man,
With moral deed adorn the span;
Let virtue in they bosom lodge;
Or wish thou hadst been born a Hodge
by Percival Stockdale
I was aware. Several of my foreign ministry colleagues had told me, before I went to visit him back in 2008 that he had this fixation. And when I got there, I thought, ‘Just get through your business. Just do the diplomacy; just get out of here.’ And everything was going fine, and then all of a sudden, he said ‘I have this video for you.’ And I thought, ‘Uh-oh. What is this?’ But it was actually just pictures of me with (Chinese premier) Hu Jintao, Vladimir Putin of Russia — set to a song that he had written called ‘Black Flower In The White House.’
Former Secretary of State CONDOLEEZZA RICE, asked if she was aware of former Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi’s obsession with her, on The Daily Show (via inothernews)
It’s really important to have all of these GIFs in one place.
