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V I S I T O R An Eclectic Mix Of Music To Satisfy. Nineteen Tasty New Tunes From My Son, Gianni (LOVEBEING) Available On Apple Music, Spotify And Other Platforms. Give It Go. @_lovebeing_

@GadSaad B R A V O

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@nicedayJules It's ALL Connected. Process Is King. Create. Share. Inspire.

Art is the expression of an idea Everything starts as an idea Small ideas. What will you make for breakfast? How will you make it? Big ideas. Artists express their ideas and the world tries to make sense of them. a lot of us express ideas the same. a lot of us express ideas differently. SHL0MS is one of my favorite artists. He does things in a very unique way that I admire, appreciate, and can't imagine doing.

@vvestiges GREAT Post. An Extra Added Bonus: youtube.com/watch?v=yAMsnu…

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@SalvadorDafti The Original Title To Martin Scorsese's 1973 Film: MEAN STREETS.

Donovan - Season of the Witch A foreboding, sinister tale at the dawn of the psych era. Strange people, ominous vibes, and harder drugs infiltrating the rock scene. Shadowy times for the Maryhill Dylan. 1966.

@3xchair @elonmusk W O K E H O L L Y W O O D

Start here @elonmusk if you want to know. The Oscars change was part of a leftward push urged by its former president Cheryl Boone Isaacs. nationalreview.com/2025/06/ranked…

@slimmon23882025 @CinemaTweets1 Yes, Indeed. An INCREDIBLE Cast. Thanks.

@funwithtongues @CinemaTweets1 Sadly, it goes for the rest of the film as well: Teri Garr, Allen Garfield, Robert Duvall, Elizabeth MacRae. Only Harrison Ford is still with us.

The Conversation is one of those movies you think about for days after first experiencing. Throughout the entire film, Hackman’s character thinks he’s doing the right thing- he thinks he’s protecting the innocent, only to realize he’s a pawn in someone else’s game. What a film.

@scorsesepoint Marty With His Then Wife, Julia Cameron, Wearing A MEAN STREETS T-Shirt I’d Made. As I Mentioned, This Movie Changed My Life. When I First Saw It In 1973 I Decided I Was Gonna Become An Actor. Which I Proudly DID. Forever Grateful To Martin Scorsese. TRUE ARTIST. With Love…

What is the Scorsese film people do not talk about enough?

@scorsesepoint Without Question. This Movie Changed My Life.

@Berger_BYTES Man, To See Teddy Green Wearing That Helmet, After The VICIOUS Stick Fight With Wayne Maki Back In 69, Is Rough. Incredible That He Made It Back To Playing Again. Along With Rick Smith, Dallas Smith, Don Awrey And Bobby Orr; A WICKED Bruin Defense. COOL Clip.

Amazing stuff, here. From the 1971 Canadian movie FACE-OFF. Actual ice-level footage of a game between the #Leafs and #NHLBruins on Nov. 14, 1970, at the Gardens. You’ll see Bobby Orr, Phil Esposito, Bernie Parent, Brian Spencer, Norm Ullman, Jim Dorey and others. #LeafsForever #Boston

@CinemaTweets1 Amen. First Became A Fan Seeing Harvey In MEAN STREETS In 1973. Getting To See Him Perform In DEATH OF A SALESMAN, With George C. Scott, Teresa Wright And James Farentino At The Circle In The Square NYC During The Summer Of 74 Was The BEST. Meeting Him After The Play Was Surreal.

Harvey Keitel turned 87 yesterday. This man is a champion of Cinema. From Ridley Scott to Martin Scorsese to Quentin Tarantino, Keitel has spent his career using his star power to help filmmakers grow. Not only that, the guy is a world-class actor. Cheers to a legend of film. 🎂

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R Y U I C H I S A K A M O T O Lift Your Spirits. Enjoy. With LOVE. youtube.com/watch?v=ELJf83…

making a living as an artist is always going to be hard as hell. to wake up each day and make whatever YOU want and then have other people pay you money for that. that's an absolute dream and it will always be insanely competitive. but that doesn't mean you can't be an artist. just get a job doing whatever bullshit, and then MAKE ART. this is what i did for the first TWENTY YEARS of my practice. i honestly never thought i would be able to make money directly from the art i was making... i just had to make it because i loved making it. would love to see more focus on creating for the pure love of making art... it's paradoxically the best way to accidently turn it in a paying career. ;)

@beeple So Much TRUTH. Thank You. At 72, I Reflect On My 50 Year Experience To Becoming An Artist. I Wouldn't Trade It For Anything. 1975, Moved To LA To BE AN ACTOR. Dreams Into Action. LOVE What You Do. Embrace The Journey. It's All Connected. #creativitydoesntknowwhattimeitis

@FBIDirectorKash @ChrisVanHollen T H A N K S K A S H

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@KatTimpf A Beautiful Testament To Your Dad. My Condolences To You And Your Family. God Bless.

My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.   It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.   The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.   The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my  son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.   In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.   The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.   I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.   That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.   I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.

@GadSaad I Am The Egg Man They Are The Egg Man You Are The Gad Man Goo Goo G'joob.

Am I The Beatles?

@JoeConchaTV W H O A R E T H O S E G U Y S

This is patently unwatchable.