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How The Economic Machine Works by Ray Dalio

#Youtube

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Bon Iver Faith

#Bon Iver #Faith

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Bon Iver U (Man Like)

#Bon Iver #u (man like)

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Bon Iver Hey, Ma

#bon iver #hey ma

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Bon Iver: Autumn

#Bon Iver #Autumn

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Albin Lee Meldau live at NPR

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Homecoming

Plot Good intentions. Erratic bosses. Mounting paranoia. Unforeseen consequences spiraling out of control. Heidi (Julia Roberts) works at Homecoming, a facility helping soldiers transition to civilian life. Years later she has started a new life, when the Department of Defense questions why she left Homecoming. Heidi realizes there's a whole other story behind the one she's been telling herself.

Creators Micah Bloomberg, Eli Horowitz, Sam Esmail

Stars Julia Roberts, Bobby Cannavale, Stephan James

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#homecoming #amazon prime #sam esmail #julia roberts #bobby cannavale #stephan james #heidi

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Julien Baker live on KEXP

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Cascades 501 by Rick Barot

The man sitting behind me

is telling the man sitting next to him about his heart bypass.

Outside the train’s window, the landscapes smear by— the earnest, haphazard distillations of America. The backyards

and back sides of houses. The back lots of shops and factories. The undersides of bridges. And then the        stretches

of actual land, which is not so much land but the kinds of water courses and greenery that register

like luck in the mind. Dense walls of trees. Punky little woods. The living continually out-growing

the fallen and decaying. The vines and ivies taking over everything, proving that the force of disorder is also the force

of plenty. Then the eye dilating to the sudden clearings—fields, meadows. The bogs that must have been left

by retreating glaciers. The creeks, the algae broth of ponds. Then the broad silver of rivers, shiny

as turnstiles. Attrition, dispersal, growth—a system unfastened to story, as though the green sight itself

was beyond story, was peacefully beyond any clear meaning. But why the gust of alertness that comes

to me every time any indication of the human passes into sight—like a mirror, like to like, even though I am        not

the summer backyard with the orange soccer ball resting there, even though I am not the pick-up truck

parked in the back lot, its two doors opened wide, and no one around to show whether it is funny

or an emergency that the truck is like that. Each thing looks        new even when it is old and broken down.

They had to open me up—the man is now telling the other        man. I wasn’t there to see it, but they opened me up.

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Kubrick and Tarkovsky

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Phantom Thread [Camera Tests with audio commentary by Paul Thomas Anderson]

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Jeff Buckley Mama, You've Been On My Mind (Bob Dylan cover) Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at, Or maybe it's the weather or something like that, But mama, you been on my mind. I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down, don't get upset, I am not pleading or saying that "I can't forget you." I do not walk the floor bowed down and bent, but yet, Mama, you been on my mind. Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow, Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow. I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow, But mama, you're just on my mind. I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no," Please understand me, I have no place I'm callin' you to go. I'm just whispering to myself so I can pretend that I don't know, Mama, you been on my mind. When you wake up in the mornin' and look inside your mirror, You know I won't be next to you, no, I won't be near. I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear As someone who has had you on his mind.

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Frank Ocean Moon River

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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Samuel Beckett

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Júlio Resende É assim, a música

A música é assim: pergunta, insiste na demorada interrogação - sobre o amor?, o mundo?, a vida? Não sabemos, e nunca nunca o saberemos. Como se nada dissesse vai afinal dizendo tudo. Assim: fluindo, ardendo até ser fulguração – por fim o branco silêncio do deserto. Antes porém, como sílaba trémula, volta a romper, ferir, acariciar a mais longínqua das estrelas.

Eugénio de Andrade  (Os Lugares do Lume, 1998) 

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Black Mirror Hang the DJ

Paired up by a dating program that puts an expiration date on all relationships, Frank and Amy soon begin to question the system's logic.

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Julien Baker at The Late Show with Stephen Colbert