I’m watching this short film Spike Jonze made for Absolut, and it’s getting really sad so I had to pause it before I finish it. I figure I’d post this first anyway. It’s a love story about two robots in LA. Nick Zinner is in it, and Aska Matsumiya and (the music of) Sleigh Bells! Also the main guy Andrew Garfield has the loveliest British accented voice. You can’t see his face, but he sounds like someone you’d want to make out with, maybe. And the flash interface for the whole movie is very much like a very slick DVD menu. Watch! (via just us)

I’m watching this short film Spike Jonze made for Absolut, and it’s getting really sad so I had to pause it before I finish it. I figure I’d post this first anyway. It’s a love story about two robots in LA. Nick Zinner is in it, and Aska Matsumiya and (the music of) Sleigh Bells! Also the main guy Andrew Garfield has the loveliest British accented voice. You can’t see his face, but he sounds like someone you’d want to make out with, maybe. And the flash interface for the whole movie is very much like a very slick DVD menu. Watch! (via just us)

“When I say, “I love you,” it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a woman.”
– Joss Whedon (via danielcharles)
Notes on a Love Story by Phillip Langeskov, Five Dials issue #9

Notes on a Love Story by Phillip Langeskov, Five Dials issue #9

“I’ve come to realize that I’ve lived almost my entire life doing what I wanted to do pretty much when I wanted to do it. Yes, I went to school, I held jobs and I followed most of the rules, but when I was on my own, at leisure, I was, as former President Bush famously said, the decider. If I wanted to go out, to take a walk, well, that’s what I decided to do: I grabbed my coat and I left, right then. If I felt hungry, I ate. If I needed to go to the bathroom, I went. I mean, why ever delay? And yet I never, in all those years, thought of myself as intrinsically selfish. This is not like the selfishness of the uncharitable miser or the greed of the money-grubber. This is a kind of invisible, existential selfishness. I wrestle with this still, from time to time, and so I have no real wisdom to offer, except to say that there are many varieties of love, and one that I’m learning is this: love is when you feed yourself not when you feel hunger, but after everyone else has eaten.”
– Paul Maliszewski, Five Dials #6

Frigidly

Love is hourly, too. There are stories about people who have loved someone forever after laying eyes on them for a few minutes and then nevermore, but these stories have not happened to anyone we know. No, when you love someone you spend hours and hours with them, and even the mightiest forces in the netherworld could not say whether the hours you spend increase your love or if you simply spend more hours with someone as your love increases. And when the love is over, when the diner of love seems closed from the outside, you want those all those hours back, along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside. Nobody can make this better, it seems, nothing on the menu. It’s like what the stewardess offers, even in first class. They come with towels, with drinks, mints, but they never say, “Here’s the five hours we took from you when you flew across the country to New York to live with your boyfriend and then one day he got in a taxicab and he never came back, and also you flew back, another five hours, to San Francisco, just in time for a catastrophe.”

from Adverbs by Daniel Handler