décembre 2011
I adore Gillian and her blog →
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I especially like this post, it makes so much sense to me
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Julie Mullen
A Whiskey Picnic
Ain’t no grapes and ripped bread, we sip whiskey instead
We drink and dream of casks and caskets
On a whiskey picnic you don’t need no basket
Two shots for the road lightens the load
But five or six And you’re really fixed
On highways and byways we walk the train tracks
And forget the way back
Our voices rattle and chain down whiskey lane
As we sing a song it carries us along
Our whiskey picnic ho-down Feels warm on the way down
That corn wine flow don’t lay us low
Whiskey picnics don’t end when you got bottled friends
Our throats washed in gold, it never gets old
On outdoor dinners we’ll fill our jiggers
And toast God’s barrels, sing whiskey carols
Whet our lips and kiss with candor when our blood’s half amber
We forget to speak and fall asleep
Lay our glasses down on leaf and ground
Whiskey picnic roll-around
We wake for swigs, hair full of twigs
Slurred sweet nothings that pluck our heartstrings
My bottle’s yours, we break only for pours
We’re star-crossed drunks, we raise our cups
To getting’ frisky: Cheers, darlin’, here’s to whiskey.
By Gillian South Goodman
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I miss you like butter and chocolate in my coffee, baby! Now I’ve had you and I can’t go back…
“People smoke, Dichter explained, because it is both a sign of virility and a legitimate excuse to interrupt the day for a moment of pleasure, “comparable to sucking at the nipples of a gigantic world breast”.”
—In America in the 1930s a Viennese psychologist named Ernest Dichter implored advertisers to explore consumers’ unconscious desires. His insights revolutionised marketing and brought sex to advertising. (via theeconomist)
“1. The ring slides back on the finger.
2. The house of the body is love.
3.The deposit on the hall is refundable.
4. Waterproof means won’t get wet.
5. All doctors are alike.
6. The tap water is safe.
7. No news is good news.
8. The body is love’s regret.
9. A cycle is twenty-eight days.
10. More about regret.
11. Flame-retardant means won’t catch fire.
12. I will always love you, etc.
13. The ventilation system is adequate.
14. Shakespeare was a) Marlowe b) an asshole c) the artist formerly known as Prince.
15. Rug burn is a necessary evil.
16. The ring can be resized.
17. The flotation device will save us.
18. These lines are for office use only.
19. The treatment won’t leave scars.
20. Courtesy is contagious.
21. The test results are valid.
22. Gone means might come back.” —Robyn Art, Myths about Certainty
2. The house of the body is love.
3.The deposit on the hall is refundable.
4. Waterproof means won’t get wet.
5. All doctors are alike.
6. The tap water is safe.
7. No news is good news.
8. The body is love’s regret.
9. A cycle is twenty-eight days.
10. More about regret.
11. Flame-retardant means won’t catch fire.
12. I will always love you, etc.
13. The ventilation system is adequate.
14. Shakespeare was a) Marlowe b) an asshole c) the artist formerly known as Prince.
15. Rug burn is a necessary evil.
16. The ring can be resized.
17. The flotation device will save us.
18. These lines are for office use only.
19. The treatment won’t leave scars.
20. Courtesy is contagious.
21. The test results are valid.
22. Gone means might come back.” —Robyn Art, Myths about Certainty
Our throats washed in gold, it never gets old. Here's to gettin frisky: Cheers, darlin’! Here’s to whiskey. →
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I can’t stop listening to this song… the lyrics are a poem by Gillian South Goodman, who I just met this weekend when she stayed with me over the holiday. A sweet n sour kind of Georgia Peach with a badass twist if I ever met one.
“Don’t keep defining your present life with your past. Every day you’re a new person, and every day there are new opportunities.”
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“….go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
—Kurt Vonnegut
