1. Select frames from a comic of my life drawn by @sleepwalkin For my graduation. By far the coolest gift I’ve ever gotten.

     

  2. Knockin’ me out with those American thighs @sleepwalkin @supdood #youshookmeallnightlong

     

  3. Sunday window dog #woof

     

  4. breakfastineurope:

    La Jetée - Chris Marker, 1962 

    La Passion de Jeanne d’Arc - Carl Theodor Dreyer, 1928

     

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  7. film-dot-com:

    POSTER: NICOLAS WINDING REFN’S “ONLY GOD FORGIVES”

    (via EW)

     


  8. There are five thousand of us here
    in this small part of the city.
    We are five thousand.
    I wonder how many we are in all
    in the cities and in the whole country?

    Here alone
    are ten thousand hands which plant seeds
    and make the factories run.
    How much humanity
    exposed to hunger, cold, panic, pain,
    moral pressure, terror and insanity?

    Six of us were lost
    as if into starry space.
    One dead, another beaten as I could never have believed
    a human being could be beaten.
    The other four wanted to end their terror
    one jumping into nothingness,
    another beating his head against a wall,
    but all with the fixed stare of death.

    What horror the face of fascism creates!
    They carry out their plans with knife-like precision.
    Nothing matters to them.
    To them, blood equals medals,
    slaughter is an act of heroism.
    Oh God, is this the world that you created,
    for this your seven days of wonder and work?
    Within these four walls only a number exists
    which does not progress,
    which slowly will wish more and more for death.

    But suddenly my conscience awakes
    and I see that this tide has no heartbeat,
    only the pulse of machines
    and the military showing their midwives’ faces
    full of sweetness.
    Let Mexico, Cuba and the world
    cry out against this atrocity!
    We are ten thousand hands
    which can produce nothing.

    How many of us in the whole country?
    The blood of our President, our compañero,
    will strike with more strength than bombs and machine guns!
    So will our fist strike again!

    How hard it is to sing
    when I must sing of horror.
    Horror which I am living,
    horror which I am dying.
    To see myself among so much
    and so many moments of infinity
    in which silence and screams
    are the end of my song.
    What I see, I have never seen
    What I have felt and what I feel
    Will give birth to the moment.
    Will give birth to the moment.

    How hard it is to sing
    when I must sing of horror.
    How hard it is to sing,
    How hard it is to sing.

    — Estadio Chile, Victor Jara.
     

  9. easy-to-love:

    the loneliest planet. julia loktev. 2012.

     

  10. Chamonix, France. June 2012.

    Selling a matted & framed 16” x 16” print of this. If anybody is interested, shoot me an email at brett.kozinn@gmail.com!

     

  11. #sandy (at Highlands, NJ)

     

  12. Sandy Hook / Manhattan from the highest spot on the Atlantic coast from Maine to the Yucatan (at Mount Mitchill)

     


  13. I once had the same thing for lunch every day for seven years: a Bob’s Big Boy chocolate shake and coffee at 2:30 every afternoon.
    — David Lynch  (via bbook)

    (Source: room42, via bbook)

     

  14. Ottmar Hitzfeld stadium provides players and fans alike with a spectacular view of the surrounding peaks. Photo: Anthony Cullen/IncWord
    Photo: Anthony Cullen/IncWord

    inventfootball:

    Europe’s highest football pitch

    While the beautiful game may be found at higher altitudes in Bolivia, there’s something special about this uncovered gem in Gspon, Switzerland.

    Set in the heart of the Swiss alps, Ottmar Hitzfeld stadium is carved into a mountainside 2,000 meters (6,561 feet) above sea level… The field, surrounded by vertiginous peaks near the resort of Zermatt, was built on one of the few patches flat enough to hold it. There wasn’t enough room for a proper pitch, so the team plays on a three-quarter-size field akin to a five-a-side field. The turf is artificial, because grass won’t grow at this altitude. And because the village is too high for traffic, players arrive by cable car.”

    Right, so how do we exchange our team bus for a team cable car?

    [Full Wired article by Jeremy Hart]

    (via afootballreport)

    AYFKM?

    (via amorebeautifulgame)

     

  15. Last one from the boat graveyard. (at Staten Island Tugboat Graveyard)