The following is from my now deleted review of “Black Museum,” which the good people of Letterboxd so speedily removed.
What do I believe?
In the private life
In holding up culture
In music, Shakespeare, old buildings
What do I enjoy?
Being in love
Never on time
Lying, talking too much
No volition for refusal
— Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963, Susan Sontag
This being a leap year made February a little more and less bearable—less in that it meant one more day to suffer through, more in that I didn’t have to limit myself as much on sheer song count here.
This playlist is devoid of love songs (aside from “Lovesong” itself, but that’s meant to be ironic) on purpose, although it does happen to contain one of the most romantic songs known to man, “John My Beloved” by Sufjan Stevens. It also has “Tubthumping” but that’s because of this hysterical video.
Your babiest EJ and I started a new blog! Check it.
People of the internet rejoice! There’s a new aimless blog on the block. We’re EJ and EJ and we’re here to write about what we want when we want in the hopes that you want to read it too. Film, music, all things queer and/or nerdy—it’ll be here.
— EJ & EJ
For the great doesn’t happen through impulse alone, and is a series of little things that are brought together. Vincent Van Gogh
ANTIGONE: The fields were wet. They were waiting for something to happen. The whole world was breathless, waiting. I can’t tell you what a roaring noise I seemed to make alone on the road. It bothered me that whatever was waiting, wasn’t waiting for me.