Fog, Highway 71 Overpass at Lamar Blvd. Austin, TX 12.18.2008
A Question for the New Year.
What is the point of veggie pizza?
With a whimper
There’s nothing we can say about this, except to note that it’s from the Dante’s Inferno ride and was eventually loaded into a storage bin.
Coney Island amusement landmark Astroland is being dismantled, to make way for condos redevelopment.
Teehee
Brzezinski vs Scarborough. (Thanks to Russell King for directing my attention to this.)
this is just awesome
Alberto “Fredo” Gonzales:
I consider myself a casualty, one of the many casualties of the war on terror.
Jona Frank, Portraits from the Evangelical Ivy League
A series of photographs, with text, from Jona Frank’s Portraits from the Evangelical Ivy League, depicting home schooled kids who attend Patrick Henry, an Evangelical college founded by a patriarch of the Christian homeschooling movement, Michael Farris.
merry christmas
I feel like I want to buy somebody something. Who has something they want for between thirty and fifty dollars?
Nature Walk
Today’s walkers on the ‘nature trail’ near my house will encounter an unavoidable reminder that coyotes are not vegetarians.
Dear clusterflock
What did you get for Christmas/Hanukkah/December?
Challenge: Four Truths, One Lie
I’ve finally figured it out.
I understood why he was a horse. It was because his parents were horses and they fucked. It was very simple.
Disappointed Psalms by Brian Clements–Recommended
Something just happened that rarely occurs in my reading experience: I finished this book, and immediately went back to the start and read it again. And I think I’ll read it again once I have looked out the window for a while, thinking about it. It doesn’t take too long to read its 54 pages–or so it seems until you begin to comprehend the way it asks you to stand in its gravity, to taste its sounds and breathe its sudden expanses.
Here’s the back cover copy:
After years of working exclusively in the prose poem, Brian Clements shifts in Disappointed Psalms to short bursts, in turns raw and lyrical, that turn the languages of war and religion, so frequently aligned, against themselves. Combining short phrases from The Book of Psalms and catch phrases from the post-9/11 cultural reservoir with Clement’s own lamentations on lost faith, these short poems and the litany that closes the book, like all the best political poems, attempt to wrest the ability to make meaning from the hands of spin doctors, liars, dissemblers and would-be builders of empire.
I hope you will take a look at this book. Get it here at Meritage Press.
If you’re heading to Malta
in the next few weeks, stop by St James Cavalier for The Naked Spirit exhibit. St James Cavalier was one of my homes away from home while I was in Malta last year, a great arts foundation built inside one of the structures once operated by the Knights of Malta.
What are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?
It’s Becky’s Birthday. We have planned a Coen Brother’s Marathon. Starting at 1:00 tomorrow, into the night. We’ll get up and start again. We plan to watch ten movies in sequential order starting with “Blood Simple,” with the exception that Danny’s thinks “Fargo” and “No Country for Old Men” should be seen one after the other as something of a “Yin and Yang.”
Waiting at the Self-Serve Car Wash
Fucker takin his mats out. Look like he would–Shit, pull out to dry, the sign say right there.
Not the foaming brush. Hey, use yo wife ass for that. Damn.
Okay, here we go. Let me have some quarters.
What?
the worst photograph ever made?
(via kottke)
Introducing Tara King
the future, comic sans, 13
the case of the mysterious traveler
A Japanese man who took up residence in a Mexican airport left mysteriously.
Authorities searched the terminal for Hiroshi Nohara on Monday but he was nowhere to be found, said an airport official who was not allowed to be quoted by name.
The daily Reforma newspaper ran photos of the scruffy man getting into a cab Sunday at the airport.
Nohara’s three-month residency at the airport made him a local celebrity whose life drew comparisons to that of Viktor Navorski, a character portrayed by Tom Hanks in the 2004 movie “The Terminal.”
But there was one major distinction: Navorski was forced to stay at a New York City airport after war broke out in his Eastern European country and officials said they could neither allow him into the U.S. nor deport him.
Nohara had a tourist visa that allows him to stay in Mexico — anywhere in Mexico, not just the airport — until early March. He also possessed a ticket home.
Did you kiss the dead body?
The full Nobel Prize acceptance speech that Harold Pinter made in 2005. This is the speech equivalent of smelling salts.
You may need a stiff whiskey to get through it, but remember that Pinter wrote and delivered this speech in hospital, where he was receiving intensive treatment for the cancer that finally killed him a few days ago.
It is 46 minutes long. You may need to clear some space in your day to savour it.
(Click on either the windows media or realplayer icons at the bottom of the video screen to view.)
Dear Clusterflock
While working today, I was listening to the audio version of David Rakoff’s Don’t Get Too Comfortable: The Indignities of Coach Class, The Torments of Low Thread Count, The Never- Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems, and I heard this line that made me miss you all so terribly I dropped everything to share:
…when being interviewed, she insisted upon a glass of straight vodka, because, as she said, “I don’t drink water. Fish fuck in it.”
take it, take it, now smell it
What happens when the complexities of reality don’t fit the paradigm:
You have a such stunningly superficial knowledge of what went on it’s almost embarrassing to listen to you.
Today
is Patti Smith’s birthday, y’all. I just happen to know that.
something, 23
They were hurling themselves down the longest extremes. Renner tried to catch them. I called out! Also, he fashioned himself a preacher — paraded himself in their mindless encampment. I jacked Sam off. The door to that house had a hole to get in. The seats that they moved us to weren’t perfectly numbered.
Some cakes was ate.
I invited some ladies over for tea on Sunday. Here’s what we haz eated:
Clockwise from the top: Coconut Tea Cake, Rosy Poached Pear and Pistachio Tart, Stilton Walnut Spread, wine sauce for the tart, Chocolate Stout Cake, and Goat Cheese and Watercress Sandwiches. Just visible under the edge of the green cake stand is a tray of crackers and fruit wedges for the Stilton.
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Scene from an Imaginary Bond Film (in production)
From the credit sequence.
No make-up. Greasy hair. Distinctly unglamorous mise-en-scène.