October 20, 2014

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October 19, 2014
Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man.

Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet. Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn; it flashes in the brain and whole world glows outside your eyes. A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, even the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then - the glory - so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished. And I guess a man’s importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories. It is a lonely thing but it relates us to the world. It is the mother of all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men.

I don’t know how it will be in the years to come. There are monstrous changes taking place in the world, forces shaping a future whose face we do not know. Some of these forces seem evil to us, perhaps not in themselves but because their tendency is to eliminate other things we hold good. It is true that two men can lift a bigger stone than one man. A group can build automobiles quicker and better than one man, and bread from a huge factory is cheaper and more uniform. When our food and clothing and housing all are born in the complication of mass production, mass method is bound to get into our thinking and to eliminate all other thinking. In our time mass or collective production has entered our economics, our politics, and even our religion, so that some nations have substituted the idea collective for the idea God. This in my time is the danger. There is great tension in the world, tension toward a breaking point, and men are unhappy and confused.

At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask myself these questions. What do I believe in? What must I fight for and what must I fight against?

Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.

And now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on the preciousness, the mind of man. By disparagement, by starvation, by repressions, forced direction, and the stunning hammerblows of conditioning, the free roving mind is being pursued, roped, blunted, drugged. It is a sad suicidal course our species seems to have taken.

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost. - John Steinbeck, East of Eden

October 18, 2014

JESUS CHRIST BLUES

October 18, 2014
The First Spacewalk

How the first human to take steps in outer space nearly didn’t return to Earth.

October 18, 2014

SHAUN KING’S SECOND BY SECOND ACCOUNT OF THE MURDER OF MIKE BROWN

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October 17, 2014
Kansas.

Kansas.

October 17, 2014
Adventure time with @kaytrd

Adventure time with @kaytrd

October 15, 2014

I just directed this new creepy 3 minute film NIGHT SWIM.  Megalyn Echikunwoke from HOUSE OF LIES.  It would make me very happy if you watched it and shared it so that we can scare the whole internet.  

October 13, 2014

I made a new Halloween themed short film with my friends.  It’s called NIGHT SWIM.  We promise, there’s nothing in the water…

October 12, 2014
This design…

This design…

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October 8, 2014

Fluffy White Dog Dances In Time to His Favorite Disco Song

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October 7, 2014
Everyone.  Follow this darn Tumblr blog.

Everyone.  Follow this darn Tumblr blog.

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October 7, 2014
Breakfast, Manhattan. #vsco #vscocam #diner #breakfast #nyc

Breakfast, Manhattan. #vsco #vscocam #diner #breakfast #nyc

October 4, 2014

Ryan Adams covers Bryan Adams.  

October 4, 2014

LET IT POOP!!  Someone get this little girl a Grammy.