Things
...that I like to think about.
These are fictional magazine covers from Blade Runner. They were created by production illustrator Tom Southwell in 1980-1981 and appeared in the background on a magazine stand in the city streets. (!!!!)
(via dayofthedreamweavers)
Bon Iver surprised me with a scavenger hunt. His cryptic riddles and clues written in India ink lead me all over our property. In the crumbling granary, where he stepped on a nail last summer, a note is tucked in the rusted fuselage of a wheelbarrow that has in recent years been repurposed as the home and nursery of a family of rural pigeons. Beneath our bedroom window, ants exploring the redolent peonies have discovered his folded paper message as well.
One note, wrapped around the wire of a fence in the northern pasture, is decorated with a drawing of an ovenbird, a creature that he has always likened to me for the loud song that erupts from its miniature form.
The final note asks me to return to the house. There is no great climactic finish to this adventure, but he has taken the time since I left to remake the bed with clean sheets, to tidy the kitchen, and to prepare me a cup of tea.
AUGH! NO, NO! THIS IS GIN! I SPECIFICALLY TOLD THEM TO FILL THE RESERVOIRS WITH VODKA! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL, IT SMELLS LIKE A PINE FOREST!
EVERYONE STAY BACK UNTIL WE CAN GET SOME TONIC WATER TO ONE OF THE SPRINKLERS!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, TRIGGER. ARE THOSE ORGANIC VEGETABLES? IS THAT GRASS-FED FREE-RANGE BEEF?
ANDREA! ANDREA, GET IN HERE! YOUR CRAZY BOYFRIEND THINKS HE’S ACTUALLY GOING TO COOK IN OUR RUSTIC KITCHEN!
COME ON, MAN. WE SPENT LIKE … THREE YEARS GETTING EVERYTHING IN THIS HOUSE TO LOOK LIKE STILLS FROM AN L.L. BEAN CATALOG. YOU DON’T ACTUALLY THINK WE SIT ON THE COUCHES OR SHIT IN THE TOILET, DO YOU? THAT’S WHAT STARBUCKS IS FOR. GO ON. GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE YOU DROP A LEEK ON THE GRANITE FLOOR TILING.
[IS SHE STILL TALKING? IS IT MY TURN? HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I SAID SOMETHING? WHAT WAS THE LAST THING I SAID? HAVE I TALKED AT ALL? IS SHE TALKING TO FILL THE SILENCE WHERE MY TALKING SHOULD BE OR IS SHE JUST MAKING NORMAL CONVERSATION THAT I’M NOT FOLLOWING? OH GOD I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE’S BEEN SAYING. HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN WONDERING ABOUT HOW LONG IT’S BEEN SINCE I TALKED? FIVE MINUTES? AN HOUR? SHE COULDN’T HAVE BEEN TALKING FOR AN HOUR, COULD SHE? IS SHE TALKING RIGHT NOW OR IS IT MY TURN? WHAT IS THE LAST THING I SAID? DID SHE ASK A QUESTION? WAS THAT A QUESTION? OH GOD HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE SHE STOPPED TALKING? DON’T PANIC. JUST THINK FOR A MINUTE. NO! YOU’VE BEEN THINKING FOR AN HOUR WHILE SHE’S BEEN TALKING. SHIT. OKAY, THINK BACK. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING SHE SAID? OH, THIS IS BAD. THIS IS NOT GOOD. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE SHE STOPPED TALKING? LIKE, TEN MINUTES? OKAY, STOP THINKING AND JUST … SAY … SOMETHING. ANYTHING.]
… SORRY, I MISSED THAT LAST PART.
I ASKED IF YOU WANT ANY MORE POT.
NO. NO, I THINK I’M GOOD. THANK YOU.
