This album and this album.* Seriously. Judge me on the second, I dare you. But before you do, listen to this song and embrace the fundamental David Bowie-ness of it. I feel like I've been a little out of touch with music lately, falling back on my old favorites and hoping they do the trick. Rather than digging into new tunes, I've just lamented the loss of most of my digital collection after a computer crash by worshipping the old ones.
This has caught my ear though. And this. Same artist for each, a group that I've been digging on for ages now. They are something else entirely. Part rock, part funk, part drama, they do it all and they do it well.
This yoga company is making some deliciously comfy clothes. Which I'm totally obsessed with.
In the few minutes that I abandoned studying before my brain rotted, I recalled how much I enjoyed Karl Urban and Simon Pegg in the recent Star Trek reboots. ....
.... Okay let's be honest, I'd watch Karl Urban in Looney Tunes and Simon Pegg's humor is nothing short of genius Brit. But the movies were a delightful break from books and index cards and lectures and books and highlighters and more lectures and more books. Yeah. Dead week and finals.
And Benedict Cumberbatch.
In the mean time I've become utterly obsessed with Irish girls names. They are divine.
The Keepers is a Netflix true crime series that is worth a shot. (Speaking of Netflix, which is where I discovered Luther, another series of it is coming out. Yass, Idris Elba, Yass.) Steve has described it as 'boring' but what does he know?
And how, that's enough for now, hey?
*Also, sorry if that popped you over to a Norwegian version of iTunes.
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