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“Rather be dead than cool.” - Kurt Cobain

Newman in "Cool Hand Luke."

Quentin Tarantino dialogue.

Curtis Mayfield on a Saturday morning

Travis Bickle's mohawk in Taxi Driver.

art with no frame (of reference):

like when someone has an inner drive to create something that even they cannot explain and it results in a global perspective shift.

It's quite hard to beat curtis mayfield on a saturday morning, but cool to me is someone who walks with the swagger of authenticity and emits an energy of staying true to one's self.

my interpretation of being cool is not following the pack. being the one to take that extra step that no one else would take, and let others follow. stepping out of bounds and not caring what other people think. i think this is a big problem these days, a lot of people care about everyone else's thoughts, and afraid of what others will think of them - when all that really matters is what you think.

James Dean, all the way.

Cool, is effort less.

Cool is your essence in its purest form. Ambition, influence and forethought ruin what it truly means to be cool; honest, in all senses of the word.

“ I came into the world very young, in an age that was very old ”
- satie

“ I came into the world very old, in an age that was very young ”
- me, after satie

jeff spicoli

Street Musicians, worldwide.

You know what's cool? I was on the train the other day, sitting across from a really gnarly looking punk. Loads of tattoos, rips, pins and studs, 2-foot high mohawk, and covered in badges. School holidays have just started here so there was a load of kids on the train, too. One young boy, maybe 5 or 6 years old, was just staring at this punk. The punk just stared back - like scary and cold. When it came to his stop, he kept his eyes on this kid, unhooked a badge from his chest and pressed it gently into the kid's hand with a wink, before getting off not having said a word. The kid opened his hand slowly to reveal an anarchy symbol, before breaking into the biggest shit-eating grin ever.

Spreading joy to kids whilst being a massive bad-ass, that's cool.

At the beach with a Corona.

cool to me is...

^^^
continued from above.

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/4192394658_cc10046fab_o.jpg

(i couldn't get the actually picture to post so here is the link)

Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances.

- Thomas Jefferson

Cool is a state of mind
The smell of New York City stink
Hollywood Dreams
Cool is the charisma of crack dealers
of the 80's with coke on triple beams
Cool is the villain
Jazz, good weed, and ass
Cool is all of our American Idols
After they pass
Dark shades, chuck taylors,
white tees, and good jeans
Ginsberg, Hendrix, and Alexander McQueen
The downtown of every urban area
The hiss of vinyl
Nonconformity, individuality, and the ambition that is the fabric of survival
The shit that has me the most pissed
Is today in this culture
I don't know if cool even exists.

Awon

...my head is swirling in the cosmos that Blue Sun by Mark Isham created around me. the low, grounded bass notes, those drum thwacks, the slow, heralding horn sounds, and all that underpinnings, overtones, and counterpoints are akin to the birth pains of the universe (or alternately, the death of a star as implied by the title). and after experiencing this aural equivalent of the Point of Creation, i then cued up some Miles, and my mind went into an inner exploration into the tangibility of colors…courtesy of Blue in Green… the music feels cool and fresh, but at its core, smoldering and wise. it pushes my mind to have an open interpretation of my own mind… (what’s he smokin’?)

and this sort of stuff happens in my Dark Cavern.

I shot this photo and video nine months ago, and they have yet to cease inspiring me:

http://tinyurl.com/robertsportgirls [Flickr photo]
http://tinyurl.com/robertsportvid [Video on Facebook]

I'd driven with my father from Monrovia, Liberia up to his boyhood town of Robertsport, about four hours northwest of the capital city. We'd gone, along with a cousin, to check on some family property-- assess the damages of the country's civil war.

After a few hours of fairly uncomfortable and slightly disconcerting driving (we'd had a run-in with some corrupt officials along the way), we rolled onto the soft Robertsport sand from an unnamed, unpaved road and were met immediately by some local kids. So enthralled were these darlings by the sight of their own reflections in the side of the car, I couldn't help but capture them. For posterity.

I hope they inspire you, too.

"those who stand for nothing fall for anything" - alexander hamilton

"cool" is not being "broken in churches and schools, and molded to middle class circumstance." rock and roll, baby.

(thank, joni)

sorry...thanks, joni :)

I remixed this video for my womens studies class presentation.
http://vimeo.com/8042244

thought this was posted already...

You look at a photo of your father, of your grandfather and you realize you are the same age as as they were in the snapshot, you are wearing your hair the same way, you stand the same way, your aura, your palette all borrowed and tweaked but still so similar...you realize you are not alone, not unique but instead are part of a cycle of your lineage...this is cool.

Master a form, then have the grace, dedication and humor to play with it and push its boundaries. See Davis in the studio, Jordan on the court, Vonnegut staring up at you from the printed page. They were dead serious about their craft -- and yet, never TOO serious. Always sustained by humor and enjoyment. Same goes whether you're dressing yourself, writing science fiction, studying marine biology, fixing cars, whatever.

Ah, but isn't this whole task impossible?

Because in the end, cool never has to speak its own name.

you know what the most oxymoronic sentence in the english language is?: "i am cool. " cool-ness is not owned, it's bestowed. it's the essence of pure elegance in being, as collectively recognized by others - whether it's miles' muted trumpet, bob marley's songs of redemption, m. ward's a. m. radio wall-of-sound, or steve mcqueen's bragadoccio on a motorbike. cool-ness radiates and is adapted like a meme.


Poached eggs with cheddar on top, with a foundation of a toasted English muffin & smoked salmon...mmm

Southern Sweet Tea, can't find it anywhere else in the world..

"The Brothers Bloom"
- storytelling, characters, fashion

"Mad Men"
-Don Draper.Roger Sterling Jr. & the 1960's

"The Wire"
-outstanding portrayal of urban life

Npr's Music Channel on Youtube
Raphael Saadiq playing his songs acoustically.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lu9QH71YKQw

Grooveshark & Hype Machine

Momofuku in NYC

El Bulli in Spain

"The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho

Anything by Chuck Palahniuk

Jack Kerouac, Cormac McCarthy, & the Greek poet Homer.

Being able to fall asleep soundly, &
being able to wake up the next day.

Cheers

Someone needs to start selling denim boxers... viola!

a greater loss but has had the rock, lyrics miss his talent and infected us with a rage of others, wish you were his art and his talent here with us the man was alone on their own ..

we understand much more about the interconnectedness of the world in particular that grievances bred elsewhere can have catastrophic consequences half a world away, and that the ease of transport, international communications and personal movement between countries has made it easier than ever before not only to plot evil but to deliver it. We may not have seen the end of American unilateralism, but we can wave goodbye to isolationism.

Master een formulier, dan hebben de genade, toewijding en humor om te spelen met haar en duw haar grenzen. Zie Davis in de studio, Jordanië op de baan, Vonnegut staren wanneer je door de afgedrukte pagina. Ze waren bloedserieus over hun vak - en toch, nooit te serieus. Altijd onderhouden door humor en plezier. Hetzelfde geldt de vraag of je jezelf aankleden, het schrijven van science fiction, het bestuderen van mariene biologie, vaststelling van auto's, wat dan ook.

international communications and personal movement between countries has made it easier than ever before not only to plot evil but to deliver it. We may not have seen the end of American unilateralism, but we can wave goodbye to isolationism.

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