Neither Lautner (17) or Swift (recently 20) could have gotten a drink with the cast and crew after their respective hosting, but they’re the one teaching us about chivalry. For in matters of love one unlearns with practice, and the novice is the learned one.
Here at The ##, we’ve decided to hire a new writer to blog completely unironically (via fighting meta-enabling). He’s innocent and unironic.
Hey guys! Simon here again, thought I’d share with you these Levi’s commercials I saw the other day. I think there are two of them.
This first one here is actually the voice of Walt Whitman reading his own poem, “America”:
“America” By Walt Whitman
Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old, Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich, Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love, A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother, Chair’d in the adamant of Time.
And here’s “Pioneers! O Pioneers!” (read above by an actor)
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers!
2 For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, 5 We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!
3 O you youths, western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you, western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneers! O pioneers!
The guys over at Slate have analyzed the shots pretty darn well. The neon “America” sign half-submerged, the beach bonfire! unbelievable! It gives me that warm feeling inside. GO FORTH! It all reminds me of the hope I have in our generation. Running around, in search of the Neal Casadys and W. Burroughses of the 1950s or the 2050s… jeans and white undershirts —— girls and fireworks and trains and cigarettes and hip to time, man, I’m hip to TIME! I read poetry and so what I might be rich motherfucker but I wear the same jeans as you. The same jeans as you! and we ride in pick-up trucks down dusty roads and pull from cheap vodka by a different name here but it’s the same as long as you’re in AMERICA! GO FORTH! CALL ME DARLING AGAIN DARLING!
Here at The ##, we’ve decided to hire a new writer to blog completely unironically (via fighting meta-enabling), so without further ado, meet Simon. He’s innocent and unironic.
As I understand it the nice people here at The ## just want me to talk about things I like. Good, wholesome things. So for my first post I thought I’d write about the holidays. I know Jewish people celebrate Hanukkah and some African Americans celebrate Kwanzaa, but we celebrated Christmas.
Who doesn’t like Christmas? It’s like everyone’s birthday on the same day. Hanging our stockings that my grandma knit before she passed away, Dad reading “The Night Before Christmas,” setting out the milk and cookies for Santa (and the sugar cubes for the reindeer). Traditions like these make holidays special. My favorite Christmas tradition is watching “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
It’s hard for me to imagine that some people haven’t seen this great movie! Basically, George Bailey (Jimmy Stewart) plays the son of a bank owner (a savings and loan) in a Bedford Falls, a small American town struggling through WWII. Born with a desire to travel the world, George unfortunately finds his family or the Savings & Loan needing his attention right when he’s about to go off to see the world.
He will eventually attempt to kill himself when hard times hit the Savings & Loan, only to be saved by his guardian angel (Clarence). He then wishes that he had never been born. Clarence grants him this wish, showing him his hometown as if he had never existed. After this horrifying dream, we find George desperately wishing to live again. Here’s the amazing ending to Frank Cappa’s masterpiece:
Remember, no man is a failure who has friends. Merry Christmas. Thanks for reading.
(via imstars.aufeminin.com and 8notes.com)
A match made in high school heaven (via celebgawking.wordpress.com)