“Flashing Lights” - Kanye West
“There are a few songs I never get sick of…and this is definitely one of them.”
(via forwhenifeellikesharing)
Joe and I just removed a dead squirrel from our lawn. I held the bag and the lantern while Joe wielded the shovel. If we still lived in New York we’d be sitting around trying to figure out who we could call to come get the body.
The squirrel died with its arms up like someone said “FREEZE!”
Hank Willis Thomas
PSA time, Tumblr: Always post the artist’s name or link to your source!
(via joehoe)
Lately I’ve been itchy all over, like there’s something I’m supposed to be doing but I just can’t remember what. I tried to scratch that itch with National Novel Writing Month but I found myself distracted, staring at the walls and thinking about nothing in particular when I was supposed to be writing. Now the plan is to re-purpose all that energy I’d been saving up for NaNoWriMo and put it towards designing a new website for myself, but I worry that I won’t have the attention span for that, either, or that the sense of hopelessness that I often feel when I spend too much time looking at my own work will swallow me whole.
The idea of grad school had been an abstract up until a few months ago; I knew I wanted to go eventually, but I felt no urgency. Now I want nothing more than to be in school again, right now, right this minute, but of course that can’t happen and it’s driving me mad. All I want to do is look at photographs and think about photographs and make photographs. Everything else feels like busywork, but these days everything else is all I have time to do.
On Wednesday, the Iowa Department of Public Health reported the first confirmed case of H1N1 in a house pet, a 13-year-old domestic shorthaired cat.
(via sofresh/robotindisguise)
“Vladimir Nabokov was one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Now, 30 years after his death, his last novel is finally to be published. But should it be? On the eve of his death, fearing it was imperfect, he instructed his wife to destroy the manuscript, sparking a fierce controversy that embroiled family, friends and the literary establishment.”
You know what? I say publish it. Nabokov on a bad day is still ten times smarter and more talented than the rest of us at our finest, and I bet the book is pretty damned good. There is a long tradition of friends and family violating the wishes of dead writers and introducing the world to some pretty brilliant stuff. YOU HEAR THAT, SALINGER? WE’RE COMING FOR YOU.
(via sofresh/pourquoi-pas)
defrocking your books
it took me until pretty late in life to realise that book covers, by and large, are tacky and more or less useless. using them to keep dust from your books is akin to using neon plastic to preserve your furniture.
there are surprises in store for the adventurous defrocker of a hardback book…gold and silver foil stamping! linen! typography! earthtones! what’s more: since the binding of books has been more or less standardised over the last 3.2 million years, the dan brown bestseller that you bought yesterday will harmonise with your grandmother’s edition of fanny hill when they are both naked together on your bookshelf.
added bonus: you can upcycle your discarded covers into fashionable outerwear!
more unsolicited advice on how to arrange your bookshelf can be found here.
