All Kinds of Ache.

Somehow this always rips my heart to shreds. Always.

Who allowed Sesame Street the ability to make people feel so sentimental/nostalgic/melancholy?

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Now playing: Ann Percival – I Don’t Want to Live on the Moon

Still quite possibly my favorite paragraph ever:

The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another, his mother called him “Wild thing!” and Max said “I’ll eat you up!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything. That very night in Max’s room, a forest grew and grew and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max, and he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. And when he came to the place where the wild things are, they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, till Max said “Be still!” and tamed them with a magic trick of staring into their yellow eyes without blinking once. And they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all and made him king of all wild things. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!” “Now stop!” Max said and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go! We’ll eat you up, we love you so!” And Max said, “No!” The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year, and in and out of weeks, and through a day, and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him- and it was still hot.

-Maurice Sendak

Rest in peace, Maurice Sendak.

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Now playing: Karen O and the Kids – Hideaway

Why Don Draper is the man.

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“Technology is a glittering lure. But there is the rare occasion when the public can be engaged on a level beyond flash- if they have a sentimental bond with the product.

My first job, I was in house at a fur company with this old pro copywriter, a Greek named Teddy. Teddy told me the most important idea in advertising is “new”. Creates an itch. You simply put your product in there as a kind of calamine lotion. But he also talked about a deeper bond with the product.

Nostalgia. It’s delicate, but potent.

Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone.

This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards. Forwards. Takes us to a place where we ache to go again.

It’s not called the wheel. It’s called the carousel.

It lets us travel the way a child travels. Round and around and back home again…

…to a place where we know we are loved.”

Well, shit.

Weekends like these are the reason people need time machines.

All I know is that if I had a Delorean, I probably wouldn’t waste my time traveling back to the past and trying to fix all the mistakes I’ve made in my life.

I just feel that I’d be much better obliged just reliving days like these over and over again

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Now playing: Boyz II Men – It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday
via FoxyTunes

Waking up at 8:00AM is a lot less fun when I’m not on vacation.

Is it just me, or does jet lag always seem to extend past time re-adjustment into… i don’t know, life re-adjustment? It’s like home doesn’t quite feel like home just yet. It’s like ‘now’ is the period of time allotted for me to think about how much I miss Europe instead of getting back into the flow of things.

Because man, I miss Europe.

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Now playing: The Ataris – Looking Back on Today
via FoxyTunes