i’ve been watching all of werner herzog’s documentaries . . . they’re incredible. this is from INTO THE INFERNO which is entirely about volcanoes and the myths around them. guy made a documentary about the icy wastes of antarctica and then swings the other way and focuses on boiling hot magma shooting out of the earth. man! if you have not seen it . . . do it!

from NIGHTFALL (1956), a solidly decent noir that definitely inspired FARGO

anyway: i have a 5.5 hour train ride up to new york city tomorrow, so i will finally sit down in a big plush seat on the 20 crescent train headed north and finish writing some posts i’ve been working on. i decided to forgo taking the bus out of union station in DC this time because, you know, it’s my birthday this weekend. so sure, i’ll pay a little more for a little more class. that flixbus always smells like a urinal cake. i’m ok with not smelling that for five hours. meanwhile my train ticket has promised me there is wifi and no middle seats. hey baby: sounds good to me!

you only have two more days to get me a birthday present, by the way . . .

for those of you in the back, feel free to send a few bucks my way:

i also accept checks, money orders, and gold! (am i joking???)

ok seeya tomorrow!!! ☆彡

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.

hemingway writing about fitzgerald in ‘a moveable feast’

this is me every night after midnight

rest in peace brother

Sorry . . . but if you ask me this question, you better believe I’m going to give you an annoying answer!!!

I told Leila to come to NEW YORK CITY for my birthday party (or whatever) two Saturdays from now— with the stipulation that she cannot meet up with some Brooklyn-ass posers who lust for her on Twitter, as she is wont to do. Sorry, I won’t abide the desecration of the most important day of the year (being the day I descended from my perch among the stars to temporarily assume human form until my task is complete).

And let’s just say I got her ass good . . .

(That’s the Leper King from Emperor-King Ridley Scott’s Crusades adventure masterpiece KINGDOM OF HEAVEN, by the way. Movie rules. Just be sure you watch the director’s cut because the theatrical version was butchered by The Suits and is a mere husk in comparison. OK?)

. . . tis true!

(one time john cusack responded to my sister on twitter with something encouraging. i love how much he hates the government lol)