musicfairytale:

California is a great big nation of one They never knew what they wanted ’til it was already gone What do they do with the light in the morning when they wake up alone? They just go home They just go home You’re the nicest, nicest boy I’ve ever met and then I think about you then I think about you again And again Why don’t we just sit and stare and do nothing? Nothing at all for a while I like the way you smile I could be your state and I could be your nation It doesn’t get better than home, now does it? Doesn’t get better than home, now does it? I could be your welcome, I could be your greeter I could be sweet and I could be sweeter I want to be where your heart is home I want to see you with the light in the morning There’s never been such a beautiful warning to me, to me Why don’t we just sit and stare and do nothing? Nothing at all for a while, I like the way you smile

Home by She and Him

1:25 am  •  19 May 2010  •  2 notes

jhnmyr:

Light Saber chopsticks. Yes please thank you.

5:44 pm  •  12 May 2010  •  1,027 notes

austinkleon:

This is a solid list of 10 — these numbers below are relevant even to those of us with day jobs:

1. Learn to cook

2. Don’t spend more than 30 percent of your income on rent.

4. Get regular exercise

5. Set up a savings account.

6. Sort out health insurance

7. Travel

9. Keep a regular schedule, and remember to relax.

3:28 pm  •  8 May 2010  •  39 notes

(via jhnmyr) 죤 너무 기여웡!

2:11 pm  •  6 May 2010  •  1,897 notes

austinkleon:

Hugh Macleod:

There’s a scene in “Mad Men”, the TV drama about a 1960s advertising agency.

One of the junior copywriters is showing the Creative Director an ad he’s just written. The ad is clever, flowery, and poetic.

The Creative Director cuts the copywriter down in five short, stern words:

“Don’t write for other writers.”

Bingo. It’s not the copywriter’s literary chums who are buying the product. It’s housewives in Indiana. Clever copy might get the copywriter clapped on the back by his colleagues, but it won’t get the product sold.

I have SO MANY artist and writer friends who’ve said to me in conversation, “I make art for other artists.” And it just baffles me. Perhaps it’s another product of MFA programs/academia: people learn to write by writing for their writing teachers and fellow students, etc. Ugh.

Now, you can’t write for everyone. Kurt Vonnegut said, “If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.”

Me? I’m like Stephen King: I write for my wife. A smart woman who’s busy and doesn’t have time to be wasted. I figure if she gets it, that’s all that matters.

7:55 am  •  6 May 2010  •  96 notes

jhnmyr :

Syndey Opera House By Night

2:41 am  •  5 May 2010  •  867 notes

“There’s no money in poetry, but then again, there’s no poetry in money either.”

— Caterina Fake, viafrank, to which I say, “Give me some money—I’ll find some poetry in it.” (via austinkleon)

12:40 am  •  4 May 2010  •  43 notes

I’m in Busan!! 주말에 떠나는 여행~여기 사람들도 친절하고 잼나는 것도 많아!! 다리아픈거 빼곤 완벽해 ㅋ담에는 어디? 기대하셔도 좋습니다!

7:26 pm  •  1 May 2010

시작.

흥미로운 나의 another day 가 되길 바라며!

5:11 pm  •  28 April 2010

Last week in Los Angeles I participated in a live Q&A as part of an ASCAP expo on songwriting. When the topic of Twitter came up, I explained my waning interest in it being part of my daily life. By no means do I think it’s over as a medium altogether, but I do think that the days of “Twitter: The…

4:42 pm  •  28 April 2010  •  5,940 notes