without too much thought

2009-09-05T13:15:00.000-07:00

liking FEVER RAY right now...

2009-08-02T19:46:00.001-07:00

(Coldplay Concert Stage (Osheaga 2009) with Fireworks & Butterflies)
UH, YA. pretty much THE MOST WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE.

2009-07-27T15:48:00.000-07:00

NEW FAVORITE:

2009-07-27T15:46:00.000-07:00

shout out for winona. (this is often very funny).

2009-07-27T15:36:00.000-07:00

got this off my love for you is a stampede of horses, my favorite art blog.
(alas, forgot to note the artist and sadly am too lazy to go looking for it again... sorry. check out the blog.)

2009-07-12T06:52:00.000-07:00

2009-07-10T17:21:00.000-07:00

.
SO. EXCITED.

2009-07-05T16:06:00.000-07:00

my god, read this book:

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz.
read it read it read it read it read it

2009-06-21T16:56:00.000-07:00

2009-06-21T16:49:00.000-07:00

GREAT BLOGS D'ART

- BOOOOOOOM!
- my love for you is a stampede of horses
check them check them check them out

2009-06-21T16:27:00.000-07:00

2009-06-20T13:51:00.000-07:00

2009-05-17T11:48:00.000-07:00

sufjan stevens - the lakes of canada

2009-05-09T22:21:00.000-07:00

there are some songs that have a certain sort of atmosphere to them.
till i fall by dan mangan is one of those for me.

2009-04-26T18:04:00.000-07:00

these were taken by my beautiful friend Sonia.
i love them.

2009-04-13T15:34:00.000-07:00

AH, EXAMS.
this song is making me feel better : )

2009-03-31T17:47:00.000-07:00

AYO.
just fyi, my writing portfolio (and some visual art as well) can now be found online at bymarylilly.tumblr.com.

2009-03-28T16:01:00.000-07:00

oh, wow.

Days With My Father.
very incredible work, very incredible story.

2009-03-28T15:43:00.000-07:00

this is rather beautiful.
ELLIPSIS.

2009-03-28T15:41:00.001-07:00

Notte Sento (English subtitles) from napdan on Vimeo.

2009-03-26T16:40:00.000-07:00

bon iver -- the wolves (acts i and ii) video

2009-03-26T15:29:00.001-07:00

AH. Bon Iver is my ultimate fave right now. listen to it all!!

also liking...
Great Lake Swimmers (CDN)
Plants and Animals (CDN)
Laura Marling (listen to 'Ghosts')
The New Pornographers (thanks, Jordan)
Patrick Watson
and i've fallen into a Damien Rice phase

2009-03-21T16:41:00.001-07:00

2009-03-20T17:09:00.000-07:00

LAURA MARLING!!
i really like her!

2009-03-17T21:14:00.001-07:00

HAPPY ST PATTY'S
today is a day for Great Big Sea, but i like this song as well:
Little Boots - New in Town (Fred Falke Remix)

2009-03-17T17:36:00.001-07:00

new joe purdy!!

2009-03-16T20:17:00.000-07:00

great song. follow the link and press play. . .
David Gray - Streets Of Philadelphia (Springsteen Cover)

2009-03-15T13:18:00.000-07:00

I LOVE CANADA.
yesterday i saw One Week. incredible film.

also, recently i watched Le scaphandre et le papillon. amazing as well.

2009-03-15T09:19:00.000-07:00

postsecret.

2009-03-14T12:14:00.001-07:00

, originally uploaded by Lina Scheynius.

2009-03-14T09:59:00.000-07:00

In Beauty may you walk.
All day long may you walk.
Through the returning seasons may you walk.
On the trail marked with pollen may you walk.
With grasshoppers about your feet may you walk.
With dew about your feet may you walk.

With Beauty may you walk.
With Beauty before you, may you walk.
With Beauty behind you, may you walk.
With Beauty above you, may you walk.
With Beauty below you, may you walk.
With Beauty all around you, may you walk.

In old age wandering on a trail of Beauty,
lively, may you walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of Beauty,
living again, may you walk.
It is finished in Beauty.
It is finished in Beauty.

Native American Prayer

2009-03-14T09:57:00.003-07:00

, originally uploaded by KSquier.

2009-03-14T09:57:00.001-07:00

, originally uploaded by KSquier.

2009-03-14T09:56:00.001-07:00

, originally uploaded by KSquier.

2009-03-14T09:55:00.001-07:00

a dream, originally uploaded by Brady*.

2009-03-14T09:54:00.001-07:00

always something missing, originally uploaded by pomidoris.

2009-03-14T09:53:00.001-07:00

anthem for a 17 year-old girl, originally uploaded by pomidoris.

2009-03-14T09:52:00.003-07:00

doue, originally uploaded by pomidoris.

2009-03-14T09:52:00.001-07:00

swesea, originally uploaded by pomidoris.

2009-03-14T09:51:00.001-07:00

, originally uploaded by pomidoris.

2009-03-14T09:49:00.001-07:00

2009-03-13T13:17:00.000-07:00

2009-03-13T13:13:00.000-07:00

i just finished Special Topics in Calamity Physics (Pessl, 2006). INCREDIBLE BOOK.
here's a line from the last chapter i particularly like.

One can't really believe it, but Life is, rather confusingly, both sad and funny at the same time.

YOU MUST READ IT.

2009-03-02T16:03:00.000-08:00

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...

-jack kerouac

2009-02-26T09:49:00.001-08:00

Shakespeare's Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

2009-02-21T19:09:00.000-08:00

by my good friend Amelia Johnston.
www.flickr.com/photos/ameliography
www.ameliajohnston.carbonmade.com

2009-02-21T08:46:00.001-08:00

, originally uploaded by Lina Scheynius.

2009-02-21T08:45:00.003-08:00

, originally uploaded by Lina Scheynius.

2009-02-21T08:45:00.001-08:00

, originally uploaded by Lina Scheynius.

2009-02-21T08:44:00.003-08:00

, originally uploaded by Lina Scheynius.

2009-02-21T08:44:00.001-08:00

, originally uploaded by Lina Scheynius.

2009-02-21T08:42:00.001-08:00

, originally uploaded by Lina Scheynius.

2009-02-20T15:59:00.000-08:00

la la la, tonight i'm cleaning my bedroom in ottawa. it's all very boring save the sweet mixtape i'm listening to by santogold and diplo, available for download HERE.

2009-02-09T20:40:00.001-08:00

NYT mag 004, originally uploaded by clemato.

kate winslet

2009-02-07T08:37:00.000-08:00

the sartorialist again.

2009-02-06T21:48:00.000-08:00

2009-02-05T13:05:00.000-08:00

I'm not frightened. I'm not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, forgive its vice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love.

From The Reader

2009-02-04T18:39:00.000-08:00

ladiieesssss--watch in high quality and ENJOY.

2009-02-03T21:15:00.000-08:00

this is lovely.

2009-02-03T16:45:00.000-08:00

2009-02-02T17:16:00.001-08:00

d'ici.

2009-02-02T17:12:00.000-08:00

nathan boone

2009-02-01T11:34:00.000-08:00

yesterday i read Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. it's brilliant.
you know those books that sort of move something within you? and you can feel a type of shift?
it was like that.

here are some of my favorite passages.

In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.

... the silence of the land went home to one's very heart--its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life.

I don't like work--no man does--but I like what is in the work--the chance to find yourself. Your own reality--for yourself, not for others--what no man can ever know.

Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings.

There were moments when one's past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare to yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence.

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valour, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time. ... I have a voice too, and for good or eveil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced.

The living trees, lashed together by the creepers and every living bush of the under-growth, might have been changed into stone, even to the slenderest twig, to the lightest leaf. It was not sleep--it seemed unnatural, like a state of trance. Not the faintest sound of any kind could be heard. You looked on amazed, and began to suspect yourself of being deaf--then the night came suddenly alive and struck you blind as well.

... to me it seemed as though the mist itself had screamed, so suddenly, and from all sides at once, did this tumultous and mournful uproar arise.

The rest of the world was nowhere, as far as our eyes and ears were concerned. Just nowhere. Gone, disappeared, swept off without leaving a whisper or a shadow behind.

... and then from the depths of the woods went out such a tremulous and prolonged wail of mournful fear and utter despair as may be imagined to follow the flight of the last hope from the earth.

... everything belonged to him. It made me hold my breath in expectation of hearing the wilderness burst into a prodigious peal of laughter that would shake the fixed stars in their places. Everything belonged to him--but that was a trifle. The thing was to know what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own ... He had taken a high seat amongst the devils of the land...

... I seemed at one bound to have been transported into some lightless region of subtle horrors, where pure, uncomplicated savagery was a positive relief, being something that had a right to exist--obviously--in the sunshine.

I resented bitterly the absurd danger of our situation, as if to be at the mercy of that atorcious phantom had been a dishonouring nesessity.

I saw him open his mouth wide--it gave him a weirdly voracious aspect, as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.

She stood looking at us without a stir, and like the wilderness itself, with an air of brooding over and inscrutable purpose. ... Suddenly she opened her bared arms and threw them up rigid above her head, as though in an uncontrollable desire to touch the sky...

... for a moment it seemed to me as if I also were buried in a vast grave full of unspeakable secrets. I felt an intolerable weight oppressing my breast, the smell of the damp earth, the unseen presence of victorious corruption, the darkness of an impenetrable night...

There was nothing either above or below him, and I knew it. He had kicked himself loose of the earth. Confound the man! he had kicked the very earth to pieces.

His soul was mad ... it had gone mad. I had--for my sins, I suppose, to go through the ordeal of looking into it myself. ... He struggled with himself too. I saw it--I heard it. I saw the inconveivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.

... perhaps all the wisdom, and all truth, and all sincerity, are just compressed into that inappreciable moment of time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible.

The vision seemed to enter the house with me-- ... the beat of the drum, regular and muffled like the beating of a heart--the heart of a conquering darkness.

... she seemed as though she would remember and mourn for ever ... such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time ... I saw her and him in the same instant of time--his death and her sorrow--I saw her sorrow in the very moment of his death. Do you understand? I saw them together--I heard them together.

... the sound of her low voice seemed to have the accompaniment of all the other sounds, full of mystery, desolation, and sorrow, I had ever heard--the ripple of the river, the soughing of the trees swayed by the wind, the murmers of the crowds, the faint ring of incomprehensible words cried from afar, the wisper of a voice speaking from beyond the threshold of an eternal darkness.

'Yes, I know,' I said with something like despair in my heart, but bowing my head before the faith that was in her, before that great and saving illusion that shone with an unearthly glow in the darkness, in the triumphant darkness from which I could not have defended her--from which I could not even defend myself.

It seemed to me that the house would collapse before I could escape, that the heavens would fall upon my head...

2009-02-01T09:15:00.000-08:00

beautiful things from the sartorialist

2009-02-01T07:29:00.000-08:00

postsecret france

2009-01-27T20:22:00.000-08:00

i like this photo of jason reeves.

2009-01-26T08:40:00.001-08:00

2009-01-26T08:35:00.001-08:00

i like this flickr user.

2009-01-26T08:29:00.000-08:00

2009-01-26T08:21:00.000-08:00

pixie market

2009-01-25T19:38:00.000-08:00

from fuck yeah! ryan gosling

2009-01-25T18:01:00.001-08:00

la vie de l'eau, originally uploaded by SARAΗ LEE.

2009-01-25T17:56:00.001-08:00

rainbowfish, originally uploaded by SARAΗ LEE.

2009-01-25T17:54:00.001-08:00

dune, originally uploaded by SARAΗ LEE.

2009-01-25T17:51:00.001-08:00

, originally uploaded by -bos[s]-.

2009-01-24T17:07:00.000-08:00

i very much enjoy marc broussard's voice.
love and happiness.

2009-01-24T14:14:00.001-08:00

2009-01-24T14:13:00.001-08:00

is obama president?

2009-01-22T13:19:00.000-08:00

zoe regoczy.

2009-01-20T19:16:00.001-08:00

Barack Obama: "Victory" Prints, originally uploaded by hyperakt.

2009-01-20T17:43:00.001-08:00

i really love white chuck taylors.

also, shoes like this:

2009-01-20T15:42:00.001-08:00

WHAT'S UP BARACK.

2009-01-18T18:05:00.000-08:00

2009-01-18T16:45:00.000-08:00

this is my desktop background right now.
(click to view large)

2009-01-18T15:58:00.001-08:00

the moon, the sun and the stars, originally uploaded by shawnisabelle.

2009-01-18T15:56:00.001-08:00

, originally uploaded by Lina Scheynius.

2009-01-18T15:55:00.001-08:00

&, originally uploaded by Meli F..

2009-01-18T09:44:00.000-08:00

just a boy - angus and julia stone

2009-01-16T13:04:00.000-08:00

i've realized i can develop an attraction to almost any boy in:
a beanie
ray bans
or plastic frame glasses

2009-01-15T22:03:00.000-08:00

the australian show SUMMER HEIGHTS HIGH is pretty funny.

2009-01-15T21:50:00.000-08:00

pictures from the fire across from us.
the experience was very humbling--to witness something that powerful and destructive...
click image to VIEW LARGE.

2009-01-15T20:35:00.000-08:00

sleepy head -- passion pit !!!!!!!!

2009-01-15T19:45:00.000-08:00

hahahahahahahahaha
fuck yeah ryan gosling!

2009-01-15T19:44:00.000-08:00

2009-01-13T16:51:00.000-08:00

(thank you.)

2009-01-12T09:04:00.000-08:00

websites to visit:

- things we love on kate spade
- you are beautiful
- the warhol time capsule
- filip pagowski
- the blog wee made
- the principles of uncertainty

2009-01-11T18:34:00.000-08:00

this is amazing.
i met the walrus.

directed by Josh Raskin, a Ryerson University alumni. the film's been nominated for an oscar!

2009-01-11T15:14:00.000-08:00

quotes i like from Lord Byron's Don Juan (Canto 1):

the future is a serious matter

her eye (i'm very fond of handsome eyes)
was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
until she spoke, then through its soft disguise
flash'd an expression more of pride than ire,
and love than either; and there would arise
a something in them which was not desire,
but would have been, perhaps, but for the soul
which struggled through and chasten'd down the whole

jealousy dislikes the world to know it

but who, alas! can love, and then be wise?

'elle vous suit partout,'*

*she follows you everywhere

2009-01-11T11:34:00.001-08:00

this week's postsecrets--the faves.

2009-01-09T12:46:00.000-08:00