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Favorite! The individual film stills from this era are so beautiful. I’m venturing to guess this is Maurice Noble-designed. I watched old Chuck Jones-directed cartoons ALL THE TIME as a kid. I actually dropped out of dance classes mainly because it severly cut into my after school cartoon-watching time (and probably also because the dance outfits were hideous and uncomfortable, and all the other girls had at least 4 years of dance experience on me [at age 7], and the instructor was this severely overweight hag with running mascara who thought it was very culturally relevant and interesting to dance to the theme of “Green Acres”). I still feel that old Warner Brothers re-runs had more artistic merit to it than ballet class did. It pretty much shaped what I dig aesthetically. I hate all the half-assed digital shit nowadays. I hate digital, actually. Don’t care. It’s just repulsive and phony to me.
By the way, watching The Phantom Tollbooth with a bunch of your good friends over a bowl or two is likely to be a totally great time.
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John Lennon
(never cared too much for the Beatles, I’m more of a Yoko fan, but dig this)
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What a strange, magic place. Civilization drops off for a long while from here out. Especially in the winter (which, compared to where I grew up in New England, is basically summer). And I could deal with the meth and fire ants, I swear.
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I personally prefer 70s bush, but pretty much vibing on this otherwise
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I used to dream of other places all of the time but lately I don’t. It’s not contentment. Perhaps more acceptance, a pause, a break. I’d taken a long break for awhile from traveling, physically, anyhow, but not mentally until recently. It’s really weird because longing to be somewhere else was a constant for me and now I don’t have that hope of something better (while knowing it was idealized, of course). For now, I’m just sort of crashing along here in the town I grew up in. It’s ok. Not for much longer, at least, and I have a reliable vehicle to get out for now, or else I’d be completely gutted. For that I’m thankful and somewhat free.
I do still dream of the desert still sometimes.
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This is what the internet should be like: the most interesting bits of all the world’s cities, cut and pasted together.
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Anti-Scrunti Faction - Slave to my Estrogen (1985)
Danielle Willis