| Her: | Why do you listen to rock music? |
|---|---|
| Me: | Because it's very good. |
| Her: | No it's not. It sounds like someone's having a heart-attack and they want to sing about it. |
Don’t leave your keys in the bathroom door lock.
Hans Christian Anderson and his ugly duckling.
The BBC investigates Why Fountain Pen sales are on the rise…
It’s the hipsters, Mr. Gaiman.
By Bill Dixon & Danny April
- Rupert Murdoch exerted undue influence during the election for President of the “Proud Jowls of Australia” club. He retains that office to this day.
- Before Rupert Murdoch’s son was born, in order to “teach self-discipline”, he insisted that his home be “baby proofed” by installing more outlets and having room corners sharpened.
- Rupert Murdoch has always fantasized that on the day of his daughters wedding, they would walk down the aisle, hand-in-hand, to the theme song from Requiem for a Dream.
- As a child, Rupert Murdoch was unsatisfied with burning ants with a magnifying glass so instead, he would burn kangaroos with a telescope.
- Rupert Murdoch got into the news business because he felt that the rolled-up newspapers of his day took too long to kill a dog.
- From 2007-2009, after watching a NOVA special on tropical bats, Rupert Murdoch spent hundreds of hours trying to teach himself how to echolocate in the dark through mouth clicking.
- Rupert Murdoch can live-birth a pterodactyl.
- Rupert Murdoch’s relationship status on his Facebook page says “it’s complicated” with Dick Cheney.
- During a News Corps shareholders meeting in Washington, D.C., Rupert Murdoch savagely beat Glenn Beck with an empty bottle of San Pelligrino sparkling water for making eye contact with him. Murdoch said, “that doe-eyed fat boy was eye fucking me” and that he “had it coming.” Glenn Beck later apologized for provoking him.
- Rupert Murdoch once referred to the genocide in Darfur as “underrated.”
- At the New York office of News Corp., Rupert Murdoch is notorious for farting into the break room coffee machine then spending the rest of the afternoon asking how everyone is enjoying their “fart coffee.”
Read Probably Facts: Joe Biden ; Mitt Romney
Sounds about right.
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moleskine blues
I thought I could write on a mountain once, sitting stoically beside a lake. Picture this: me, reclining on a chair, morning light sprinkling down through trees as old as Indians. The lake, lapping along its banks, murmured in an unsteady liquid voice, spitting and spraying over reeds and drowning limbs. I remember a weather neither here nor there, its cloudy noons falling to starry patterned nights. I remember a cold wind softened to a stroke by the heat of liquor in our blood.
I wrote nothing that weekend. The mountain was too idyllic and I found I missed the chaos of this city. I needed the howling of subway trains to drown my doubts, and a charged moment in which to jot thoughts down before 59th Street came roaring by. Sometimes, I wonder.
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“Diamond Eyes” — Deftones
I rank Deftones right up there with Tool, Puscifier, A Perfect Circle, and every single project Maynard has ever laid his godly hands upon. Really…this is a great “new” song from a great old band. Fittingly, everything Chino Moreno croons sounds like sex poured darkly over an amplifier set in Mistress Raven’s own dungeon. This is no exception.
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After the Santigold show at Irving Plaza, ran into Andy Samberg on his way out. Grainy photos are my Hipstamatic.
conundrums
“But you love her!” said his heart, aghast.
“So what?” replied his mind,
with bitterness.
From 1919, A Haunting Take on Edgar Allen Poe
Somewhere between Henry Holiday’s weird paintings for Lewis Carroll and Edward Gorey’s delightfully grim alphabet fall Harry Clarke’s hauntingly beautiful and beautifully haunting 1919 illustrations for Edgar Allan Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination—a collection of 29 of Poe’s tales of the magical and the macabre.
So lavish was the artwork that a copy of the “deluxe” Clarke-illustrated edition went for 5 guineas in 1919, or about $300 in today’s money. The book, an epic volume of 480 pages, was eventually reprinted by Calla Editions in 2008, and is now available for the much more reasonable $27, or free with a trip to your local public library.
Eerie and erotic, Clarke’s illustrations bring his Edwardian-era aesthetic and early Art Nouveau influences to the post-Victorian liberated fascination with sensuality.
See more. [Images: Calla Editions] (via Brain Pickings)
