L.H.O.O.Q, Marcel Duchamp

The name of the piece, L.H.O.O.Q. (in French èl ache o o qu), is a pun, since the letters when pronounced in French form the sentence “Elle a chaud au cul”, which can be translated as “She has a hot ass,” or alternatively “there is fire down below.” In a late interview (Schwarz 203), Duchamp gave a loose translation of “L.H.O.O.Q.” as the latter; in fact the term avoir chaud au cul is slang used in the sense of “to be horny”.

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7:48 am  •  10 January 2012

“Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it.”

— Haruki Murakami (via venebelle)

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8:34 am  •  20 December 2011  •  1,584 notes

My problem with saying goodbyes is that my mind can’t seem to grapple with the concept of not seeing someone ever again. It rejects this notion entirely and says no, this can’t be goodbye forever. How can someone who means so much to you leave your life so entirely? They can’t. These last couple of days have been difficult. After spending four months with a person, it’s hard to imagine that this is now the end. So that’s why I haven’t been saying goodbye. All of my closing salutations have involved a promise to see them later. Because if I can do that, or at the very least plan to, then it’s not the end. I know that eventually it will be but at least it’s not now. 

4:44 am  •  20 December 2011  •  2 notes

ratak-monodosico:

Lost in Translation, 2003 (dir. Sofia Coppola)

Exchange is coming to a close and I’ve already begun to say goodbye to so many people. It’s hard.

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5:26 am  •  19 December 2011  •  7,961 notes

justbesplendid:

8:56 pm  •  4 December 2011  •  34,228 notes

8:49 pm  •  4 December 2011  •  3 notes

New blogpost: Surviving Copenhagen - Food

I honestly thought that at the end of the exchange experience I would go home emancipated because my money would be spent on travelling and shopping but as it turns out my priorities just aren’t  skewered in that way. What’s a girl to do? 

7:53 pm  •  19 November 2011

thedailywhat:

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9:51 am  •  30 October 2011  •  1,935 notes

New Blogpost: Paying For Exam Fees

My uncle, whom I hadn’t spoken to for five years calls me. He lives in Budapest so it’s not that strange. He left the nest to roam the world when he was a little bit older than me. He asks me why I’m out in Eastern Europe by myself. And I tell him because I wanted to test myself and see if I can make it. To which he responds, if you want to be tested then you know you have to pay the exam fee first. Three hundred, he says, isn’t so bad, but then again I’m a student so that’s pretty much three weeks worth of food. The cost of education is expensive in Prague but at least it’s effective.

9:43 am  •  30 October 2011

“I never understand people who get annoyed at waiting. When you’re waiting all you have to do is sit around and do nothing. That’s exactly what you do on holiday. The way I see it, waiting is just a tiny unscheduled holiday.”

— Tom Gleeson

7:58 am  •  5 October 2011  •  64 notes