Monday, August 31, 2009
With a Little Help From My Friends
For the record, I think this is the only Beatles cover that surpasses the original.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
I Lift My Lamp Beside the Golden Door
I loved Maira Kalman as a kid (Ooh La La, Max in Love), Tibor Kalman as a teenager (he's responsible for Red Square on Houston St, among a multitude of other wonderful things), and now I'm back to being in love with Maira Kalman again. Her new post on her New York Times blog is beautiful.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
SIPs
Dennis Cooper posted a game of sorts, where you try to guess a book based on its Amazon.com "Statistically Impossible Phrases" - aka phrases that are unique (more or less) to the book. But it's fun to just read them, because it's like revisiting old friends without rereading the entire book. And each phrase signifies a concept that's vital to the book, and the meaning behind it.
The Infinite Jest ones are pretty amazing: medical attaché, annular fusion, entertainment cartridge, improbably deformed, howling fantods, feral hamsters, dawn drills, tough nun, professional conversationalist, new bong, ceiling bulged, metro boston, tennis academy, red leather coat, soupe aux pois, red beanie, addicted man, magnetic video, littler kids, little rotter, technical interview, police lock, oral narcotics, sober time, veiled girl.
The Infinite Jest ones are pretty amazing: medical attaché, annular fusion, entertainment cartridge, improbably deformed, howling fantods, feral hamsters, dawn drills, tough nun, professional conversationalist, new bong, ceiling bulged, metro boston, tennis academy, red leather coat, soupe aux pois, red beanie, addicted man, magnetic video, littler kids, little rotter, technical interview, police lock, oral narcotics, sober time, veiled girl.
My Favorite Pen
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Couples, part 2
Ham the space chimp
Ham was born in Cameroon and then kidnapped and eventually purchased by NASA. (So says Wikipedia.) They only named him after his first trip into space, and he was the first animal to actually perform functions while out there. His life seems so sad to me (stolen from his family, forced into labor, experimented upon, always frowning in pictures) but then I like to think that maybe he really enjoyed being a space traveler and transcending his monkey limitations. I guess the world will never know.
You can also watch a newsreel about him.
Monday, August 17, 2009
The Screw
Phil Spector tried to make an "unplayable" song to piss off his former business partner, but I think the song turned out to be pretty awesome. I think I like part 2 better.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Caius Is Mortal
"Ivan Ilych saw that he was dying, and he was in continual despair. In the depth of his heart he knew he was dying, but not only was he unaccustomed to the thought, he simply did not and could not grasp it.
"The syllogism he had learnt from Kiesewetter's Logic: 'Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal,' had always seemed to him correct as applied to Caius, but it certainly didn't apply to himself. That Caius - man in the abstract - was mortal, was perfectly correct, but he was not Caius, not an abstract man, but a creature quite separate from all others. He had been little Vanya, with a mamma and a papa, with Mitya and Volodya, with toys, a coachman and a nanny, afterwards with Katenka and with all the joys, griefs, and delights of childhood, boyhood, and youth.
"What did Caius know of the smell of that striped leather ball Vanya had been so fond of? Had Caius kissed his mother's hand like that, and did the silk of her dress rustle for Caius? Had he noted like that at school when the pastry was bad? Had Caius been in love like that? Could Caius preside at session as he did?
"'Caius really was mortal, and it was right for him to die; but as for me, little Vanya, Ivan Ilych, with all my thoughts and emotions, it's altogether a different matter. It cannot be that I ought to die. That would be too terrible.'
"Such was his feeling."
Leo Tolstoy
"The syllogism he had learnt from Kiesewetter's Logic: 'Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal,' had always seemed to him correct as applied to Caius, but it certainly didn't apply to himself. That Caius - man in the abstract - was mortal, was perfectly correct, but he was not Caius, not an abstract man, but a creature quite separate from all others. He had been little Vanya, with a mamma and a papa, with Mitya and Volodya, with toys, a coachman and a nanny, afterwards with Katenka and with all the joys, griefs, and delights of childhood, boyhood, and youth.
"What did Caius know of the smell of that striped leather ball Vanya had been so fond of? Had Caius kissed his mother's hand like that, and did the silk of her dress rustle for Caius? Had he noted like that at school when the pastry was bad? Had Caius been in love like that? Could Caius preside at session as he did?
"'Caius really was mortal, and it was right for him to die; but as for me, little Vanya, Ivan Ilych, with all my thoughts and emotions, it's altogether a different matter. It cannot be that I ought to die. That would be too terrible.'
"Such was his feeling."
Leo Tolstoy
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Hypnic jerk
A lot of times, when I'm falling asleep, I wake up with a start, as if I was falling. I googled it today and found out that, according to the unimpeachable Wikipedia, some researchers think that "as a subject falls asleep, their muscles begin to relax and cease working, causing the brain to believe that the body must be falling through air." So then you move around in the interest of self preservation.
This is really not good
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