matt pearce.

matt pearce.

National reporter for the Los Angeles Times.

"Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?" -Kerouac

Every man contains within himself a ghost continent.
- Loren Eiseley (via mythologyofblue)

Andrei Tarkovsky’s “STALKER” (1979) [via]

There are no answers, only cross references.
- Norbert Wiener, Vita Mathematica (via mythologyofblue)

real talk from Charlie Pierce, whose impatience is a national treasure

“Tamerlan Tsarnaev is dead. He is not going to be any more dead if you wave some more signs. He is not going to be any more dead the louder you yell. Your made-for-TV outrage is not going to make him any more dead. Please, I’m begging you. Stop auditioning for yet another national television passion play. Stop demonstrating your willingness to be part of an ongoing freak show. No matter how much fealty you pledge on camera to The Victims or Their Families, he’s not going to be any deader. Let his family bury him. Let them bury him wherever they want.

“Lee Harvey Oswald has a grave. Albert DeSalvo has a grave. Let them find a grave for this guy. Or leave his family alone until they decide what in hell they should do with his remains. Let’s not give ourselves over to the culture of masturbatory empathy encouraged by the dimwits who run our television networks. Stop telling haircuts with cameras how you feel about the whole thing. Stop taking your emotions out for a walk. Stop being part of the great We that our media creates in order to excuse itself for not doing its real job, and for begging us to release the worst angels of our nature in time for the May sweeps.”

Worcester Massachusetts And The Tsarnaev Brothers - Esquire
mythologyofblue:

Henri Matisse, Large Grey Seascape 1896 (via 1910-again)

mythologyofblue:

Henri Matisse, Large Grey Seascape 1896 (via 1910-again)

Most tough guys don’t live long enough for memoirs.

there are no tacos in London

Laurie: i don't think I've ever eaten a taco
me: my god.
well let me tell you.
there are tacos and then there are tacos.
in Los Angeles, the tacos' quality is of the finest.
Laurie: but how would i know?
me: they are objectively delicious.
Laurie: what distinguishes a taco from a burrito?
i've had one of those
me: <3 <3 <3
burritos are big and usually have rice and beans inside of a wrap, plus other ingredients.
tacos are small, and in Los Angeles, they're made with soft shells -- maybe the size of the palm of my hand
Laurie: tiny!
me: you fill them with a little beef or pork or chicken or tongue and put a little magic sauce on them or really anything at all and then you eat them and ascend to heaven.
Laurie: niblets
how many are you allowed?
me: as many as god will give you.
and as many as you can bear.
There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Sic transit gloria Mickey.

Sic transit gloria Mickey.

Culture is good. It saves us from naked existence, which is harder than it has to be.
- Stephen Thomas, “Los Angeles: Three Jokes,” Little Brother no. 2