‼️| Randy Newman spoke to PEOPLE about Taylor Swift joining him on the ‘Toy Story 5’ soundtrack:
“It was all real nice. I mean, other people have said it, but she's remarkably grounded and a really nice person, like a really nice Southern girl was what she was like. And it's absolutely unprecedented for me to meet someone who's that successful and famous and doesn't appear… I was looking for loopholes the first time, you know, and there weren't any. And she must have that happen all the time where people are looking at her real hard, looking for mistakes or something. But boy, she couldn't have been nicer.”
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The world has been so messed up for the last few years and the social engineers are always trying to divide us, and I think having so many people come to America for the World Cup is kind of a Catharsis. Everyone is having fun, visitors are being blown away by American hospitality and grandiosity. I am loving all of the positivity for once. This was a much needed event.
@JRockij101@sympthyknife Taylor and Ari keep putting out the same shit yet half their fans hated their most recent album/song bcuz they sound like nothing they’ve ever done before😂
@ScottWhitl42067@Mappy6984 Would you feel the same had it been a dog? And they didn’t know the animal was dead, they thought he was abandoning it so yea a good person wouldn’t let that shit fly
@4real1968@mimikittycat@Mappy6984 So if the cat had been alive, which is what she assumed, she should’ve just sat by until the cops arrived and then waste another 20min trying to dictate to them what happened before they actually go check on the animal?
In 2012, the people of Ireland were asked to choose their favorite painting in the world.
They did not choose a Caravaggio, a Vermeer, or a Monet. They chose this: two lovers saying goodbye on a staircase...
It is called Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs, painted in 1864 by Frederic William Burton. It is a watercolor, which makes its richness and depth almost impossible to believe, and it hangs today in the National Gallery of Ireland.
The story comes from a medieval Danish ballad. Hellelil, a noblewoman, fell in love with Hildebrand, the prince who had been assigned to be her personal guard. Her father forbade it and ordered her seven brothers to kill him. When they attacked, Hildebrand killed six of them. At Hellelil's desperate cry, he spared the youngest, and that hesitation cost him his life. He died of his wounds. The surviving brother imprisoned her, and she did not live much longer...
Burton could have painted the battle. He could have painted the deaths, the grief, the blood. Instead he chose the one intimate moment before all of it: the lovers passing on a turret staircase, stealing a final embrace, knowing what is coming.
And every detail in the painting carries the weight of that knowledge. He does not seize her in passion. He bows his head and kisses her arm with a tenderness that is almost unbearable, because it is goodbye. She does not collapse into him. She turns to climb the stairs, her face hidden from him and from us, because to look back would make it impossible to leave.
The Victorian novelist George Eliot saw the painting and described it perfectly. The face of the knight, she wrote, is "the face of a man to whom the kiss is a sacrament."
And that is precisely why it has moved people to tears for more than a hundred and sixty years. It shows something that most of us have felt: not love at its beginning, when it is easy, but at the moment it must be given up, which is the moment that reveals everything it was worth.
Burton understood that the most powerful thing he could paint was not the tragedy itself, but the last gentle second before it arrived, held forever in paint, so that the two of them never have to climb those stairs apart.
Eliot, who was a friend of Burton's, captured it best: "It might have been made the most vulgar thing in the world, but the artist has raised it to the highest pitch of refined emotion."
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@adeline0nline@metlifepaul You don’t care yet you inserted yourself into the conversation you could’ve easily scrolled by?? And you’re calling others dumb as bricks? Self reflect a little darling, it will do wonders for your future.
UFC Freedom 250 is facing a chaotic weather setup on the White House South Lawn, with a 60% chance of thunderstorms, heavy downpours, and wind gusts up to 34 mph threatening to delay the outdoor fights. On top of the storm risk, brutal D.C. humidity is driving a triple-digit heat index alongside massive swarms of mosquitos and gnats that fighters will have to battle inside the cage. While the venue’s massive 92-foot overhang will keep the octagon dry, a single lightning strike within eight miles will trigger an automatic 30-minute freeze on the entire event.
@kelmdm@Variety You are pathetically angry about someone and something you are categorically incorrect about. Maybe you’ll mature and heal whatever the hell is bothering you someday.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.