— Francois Truffaut responding to Jean-Luc Godard’s criticism of Day for Night (via sukforhonesty)
Vanity Fair June 2014 scan.
Jon Hamm is hilarious on Comedy Bang! Bang! and I frankly, I was stunned that a man this good looking can be that funny. I periodically think about picking up Mad Men again (I quit at the end of Season 1!) because of the raves it gets from critics and celebs i respect. but also because it’s a very handsome cast.
But does happiness arrive at the end of that rainbow? I think people genuinely wonder that.
Well, you build your happy wife, happy life, happy home, all this stuff, right? Everybody that’s in a relationship that has ever worked on a home knows one of the most frustrating processes is actually working on the home. So when people would see me last year, two years ago, unhappy, I was in the process of building the home.
But what makes me happy is land, and we’re on a boat now. This is Christopher Columbus. This is uncharted waters we’re on. We’d be super happy to be on land, and also a little bit like, “Ah, the journey’s over!” But I feel like, we got the Vogue cover, Steve McQueen won the Oscar, we finally got married… You know? We have a child. We’re a family now. I am an arbiter of taste, and people think that I have the ability to make things cool—or if I’m doing it, it should be cool. And I feel that this stuff’s starting to be cool. And that feels good to me. Because I don’t like walking around with people thinking I’m doing uncool shit, because there’s nothing I’m doing that’s uncool. It’s all innovative. You just might not understand it yet. But it’s cool. Family is super cool. Going home to one girl every night is super cool. Just going home and getting on the floor and playing with your child is super cool. Not wearing a red leather jacket, and just looking like a dad and shit, is like super cool. Having someone that I can call Mom again. That shit is super cool.❞
So what’s the lesson you take away from that?
History’s gonna be harder to make than I thought.❞
Maria Bamford has a mantra of sorts, and here it is: Do the work. Three words, three syllables. An easy, orderly thing. She tells it to herself when she wakes up in the morning, whether it’s at her bungalow in a middle-class neighborhood on the outskirts of Los Angeles or at a Holiday Inn in Boston or a Marriott in Bloomington, or any of the other highway-side hotels she hits for one night before moving on. Do the work. It’s a stay against paralysis, against the descent of dread. It’s less dramatic than “seize the day!” more affirming than “stop overthinking everything!” It is functional, and that’s what she’s trying to be. Do the work. She repeats it on airplanes, in taxis, on the long walks she takes to calm her nerves before a show. Sometimes she amends it to: Just do the work, the “just” a reminder that she’s not, after all, performing surgery on babies. There’s another, more refined version, too. Do your bits, she’ll tell herself, resigned to the idea that this may always be a struggle. Just do your bits.
It should be simple, even if it’s not. Because she’s a comedian, and comedians do bits.
I love Maria Bamford. I have more affection for her work than any other stand-up. Her work is so strikingly original, beautiful and daring that it almost goes underappreciated how funny it is. This is a wonderful profile of her, and you should all watch the special special special and the maria bamford show, the former of which is on Netflix (or purchasable for $5) and the latter of which is on youtube in it’s entirety.
— bell hooks, where we stand: Class Matters (via deeannmarie)
You know, just waiting for our cold pour over coffee to brew. xoxo Zoey and Jasper
this is maybe the greatest tumblr to ever exist
this sums up Messi’s tournament for me - looking slightly dejected and slightly disinterested after winning the award for the best player of the world cup, after losing the world cup final