aivley:

Nothing else to post so here’s a little kitty.

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How much my novel cost me:

fishingboatproceeds:

katrosenfield:

emilygould:

Writing this was hard. I was very lucky to be edited by Chad Harbach, who spent many months (6? I forget. Possibly more) working on it with me. My writing group — Bennett, Anya and Lukas — also read several drafts and helped a lot. I would like to dedicate its appearance on the internet to the memory of Raffles, who cost me a lot of money but was worth every penny. I still miss you, buddy. 

There was a time in my life when I really, more or less, wanted to be Emily Gould; I was still unsure of what I wanted to do, but I was starting to suspect that writing was going to figure into it, and I would read her work and feel this absolutely seething mix of awe and envy. The seething part has passed, fortunately, but man, this is good.

Me too. What an essay. Can’t wait for Emily’s novel.

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uoa:

30 min later it looks crazy different

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lacloserie:

eilidhclassicyacht.fr

The varnished spars, the miter-cut staysail, the narrow panels in the main, the hanks on the headstay, the general laid-back vibe… Everything about this photo (except for the anachronistic asymmetrical spinnaker) makes me feel nostalgic for my childhood, learning to race offshore in the 1960s on a boat built in the 1920s.

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Friend

Feather

Run

eldawenemileia:

Just the birds (click photos for captions)

Because I can’t help identifying them: European starling and a couple of male mallards.

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Whatever this is (I’m glad it’s with you) – kyrieanne – Lizzie Bennet Diaries [Archive of Our Own] :

kyrie-anne:

What if half way through LBD Lizzie had found a copy of Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen’s mostly forgotten about novel, and read it?

She read it and, Holy Shit! It’s her. It’s her life. The names are the same and that’s just weird. She knows her mother has never read this book. But not just the names…but them. They are in this book. Yes, they wear different clothes and for some reason Lydia’s cat is a person, but her name is Lizzie Bennet and this is her life…in a novel.

And a real novel too. She can look it up academic articles on JSTOR about it. There isn’t much. Maybe six? People find the heroine to be flippant and judgmental. The hero too elusive, and the whole love story at the end saccharine.

If this is true then reincarnation must be true, right? Or is she just the figment of some dead English lady’s imagination? Lizzie keeps rubbing her skin waiting for it to go transparent like a hologram. Jane suggests she moisturize more.

Forget her thesis. Lizzie dives into this with everything she’s got. She can’t exactly talk about the book with anyone in her life because…well, because most of them are characters in said book. No, she’s got to figure out how this is possible before she tells anyone. Even Charlotte.

(And don’t think it doesn’t keep her up at night that she ends up with William Darcy…ew ack.)

And then, in all her mother’s glorious and convoluted plans, Lizzie and Jane end up going to Netherfield. Lizzie takes the novel with her even though she knows she shouldn’t. What if someone found it?

She keeps it under her mattress because she’s that unoriginal apparently. She password protects all the files on her computer (and she has a lot  – research is the one part of this insanity that feels right.)

She tells herself no one will find out. She just needs to keep playing her part. She makes her videos. She knows Caroline is scheming. She knows Bing is half-in-love with Jane. (To be fair, you don’t need a book to figure that one out.)

And god, don’t get her going on Darcy. That’s the one part of all this she can’t quite wrap her brain around. She knows his weird insults are really him trying to “court” her. She’s read the novel. He likes her…like like-likes her. It weirds her out because she finds him so robotic and infuriating, but also she feels responsible. This is her story and his feelings exist for the sake of the story. They’re not real. She actually feels a little sorry for him because of all of them he seems the most uncomfortable playing his part, a part he doesn’t even realize he’s playing.

(The meta of this keeps her up at night…truly.)

And then one day Lizzie is out by the pool pinching herself just to check to make sure she’s still real and the novel is there under her towel. She’s rereading it to look for clues. When the narrator breaks through and offers omnipresent interpretation, is that Austen? Is that like hearing the voice of God? Maybe if she retypes those parts out there will be a clue…like a code.

So she’s outside soaking up sun, trying to make sense of this in her brain, and she falls asleep. She falls asleep for just a few minutes, but when she wakes up Darcy is there. He sits on the chaise lounge next to her and he’s reading the book!

He’s reading it and smirking. Lizzie makes a noise that resembles a cat coughing up a hairball and he looks up.

“Oh good,” he says, “now that you know too, we can finally talk.”

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Reblogging in case you missed it…

There are heated discussions going on in the comments and comment fics that I am loving! 

I don’t usually read fic. But this is so awesome.

In the perfect-hindsight universe of my imagination the LBD kickstarter would not have been for the (attempted) creation of DVDs. It would have been to hire everyone to come back and create a version of this.

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robertozod:

Star forming region S106.

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dduane:

Hmm…

(The True Identity of Andy’s Mom In “Toy Story” Will Blow Your Mind | Jon Negroni)

Ridiculously cool obscure Pixar back-story strikes again.

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“If women are permitted to take part in public debate only if they can cope with an onslaught of recreational misogyny, the assumption is that the digital commons — which are not, in fact, common, but a succession of private fiefdoms that function as public space — is the domain of men”

– Online bullying isn’t freedom of speech | Al Jazeera America (via nathanjurgenson)

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“Rebellion (Lies)” – Arcade Fire, Funeral (2005)

Songs called “Lies”, 2/X (value of X unknown)

sleeping is giving in no matter what the time is
sleeping is giving in so lift those heavy eyelids
people say that you’ll die faster than without water
but we know it’s just a lie, scare your son and scare your daughter
people say that your dreams are the only things that save ya
come on baby in our dreams we can live our misbehaviour
every time you close your eyes, lies, lies!
people try and hide the night underneath the covers
people try and hide the light underneath the covers
come on hide your lovers underneath the covers
come on hide your lovers underneath the covers
hidin’ from your brothers underneath the covers
come on hide your lovers underneath the covers
people say that you’ll die faster than without water
but we know it’s just a lie, scare your son, scare your daughter
now here’s the sun, it’s alright! now here’s the moon, it’s alright!
now here’s the sun, it’s alright! now here’s the moon, it’s alright!
but every time you close your eyes, lies!

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becausebirds:

fuckyeabirds:

Steller’s Jay

because…birds!

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kyliesparks27:

Asawin Suebsaeng of Mother Jones just tweeted this advice Harold Ramis gave to young developing filmmakers and actors, and it’s not only the advice everyone needs to hear every day, but also the reminder that a tragic loss to hollywood and comedy happened today.  I grew up on his movies-Stripes is one of my favorite movies of all time (I watched it again last night and quotes from that movie is one of the few movies I constantly work into conversations), plus Groundhog Day, Caddyshack, Ghostbusters…the list goes on and on.  just so sad, man.

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holdensolo:

R.I.P. Harold Ramis (Nov 21 1944 – Feb 24 2014)

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wingedjewels:

Verdin on Cactus by pandatub on Flickr.

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celinesbirds:

Spotted Towhee, Pipilo maculatus, male

Oceano Campground, CA

1/11/14

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celinesbirds:

Spotted Towhee, Pipilo maculatus, male

Oceano Campground, CA

1/11/14

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lazyandlikeit:

fourofthem:

“SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT” has become the most annoying phrase on the fucking planet every time i see it i have to go bird watching to calm down

SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT

Someone finally said “i have to go bird watching to calm down”.

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pascalcampion:

Once upon a time…
#pascalcampionart

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aivlysann:

Turned one of my bus sketches into a painted thing.

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