Hawksley Workman – Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off
Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off
After Butt-Picking
Amanda Mae, if you will allow my take:
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Butts I didn’t pick upon some bough.
But I am done with butt-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of butts: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified butts appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
Halloween
Are you dressing up?
I’m either going as: Sam Seaborn, or Garth Algar.
For Cindy
Crappy Taxidermy. Dot com.
Updated: from Errol Morris.
honorary texan?
“I’ll tell you, a lot of people blow their horns, and some people scratch their head when they see me,” said Tom Linegar of Harbour Grace in eastern Newfoundland. “But I guess you don’t often see someone on a bicycle with a rifle slung over their shoulder.”
The Mayor-elect of Toronto
It’s nice to know the U.S. doesn’t corner the market on folks like Rob Ford.
Frost Butts 2
Two butts diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In toilet paper no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two butts diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“Do you know the wonderful Lucy Foley?”
The latest in a happy story of happenstance and the wonders of the internet.
Update to an earlier (now deleted) post, by way of background: Yesterday, after Roger Ebert learned that it was Our Lucy who’d taken a photograph he admired and posted on his Facebook Wall, he added a Facebook link to her site and CD, saying:
Down the page you’ll find a striking yellow and red photo. I really, really wondered what was going on in it. So did a lot of you. Now I know. It’s the work of Lucy Foley, a singer and photographer in Dublin and New York. On her site below you can see and listen to her work. I have. Her music is pure, fresh and elating. Go thou and do likewise.
And then it got better. He wrote about her on his ‘official’ Chicago Sun-Times blog, “Roger Ebert’s Journal.” where he also linked to Lucy’s videos on Vimeo:
A friend, Larry Kolb, sent me this photograph, and it haunted me. I really, really wanted to know what it was about. Now I know.”
Go read Ebert’s latest.
quote out of context
Who knew that texting was more expensive than inkjet printing by a factor of 200?
Elimae, R.I.P.
Hate to break it to you, Coop, but according to HTML Giant, elimae is dead.
Fortunately, the mock obituary already died a month ago, which negates this claim.
“Nice Job, Pierre”
Miller High Life commercial done by Errol Morris. There are a ton of them.
Creature Combat IV: Slaughter House
The sounds are delicious. (via)
Red Ants
“My childhood was elegant homes, tree lined streets, the milkman, building backyard forts, droning airplanes, blue skies, picket fences, green grass, cherry trees. Middle America as it’s supposed to be. But on the cherry tree there’s this pitch oozing out – some black, some yellow – and millions of red ants crawling all over it. I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath.” – David Lynch
via Submitted For Your Perusal
Ask a law librarian
Woman at Westlaw terminal gives Librarian a menacingly dirty look and holds it, lingering.
Librarian [makes eye contact, raises shoulders with upward palms out]: “What?!!!”
Woman wears a clip-on-bun hair accessory and has the crazy-eyes. She begins to talk to her invisible friends, pointing and saying, “I want nothin’ to do with it!”
Librarian walks over, and woman turns to her: “I want nothin’ to do with that software!”
Librarian: “What software?”
Woman: “Adobe.”
Librarian: “What do you mean?”
Woman: “When that Adobe begins to generate, and populate, I know that it’s still doing it.”
Librarian: “What’s it still doing?”
Woman: “It stole my identity. And it’s still stealing from me. All my documents were stolen between September 28th and September 29th 2010. Everything I worked on – I was in litigations for many years. I know what’s going on. When Adobe starts generating, and populating…”
Librarian: “Um-hm.”
Woman: “I worked in litigations for many years. For 3 years.”
Librarian: “Um-hm.”
Woman: “I’m a notary.”
Librarian: “Why don’t you use Word or Wordperfect?”
Woman [suddenly more optimistic]: “But now I know what’s going on. I’m in the right place at the right time!”
headline of the day, II
Paul the ‘psychic’ World Cup octopus dead
headline of the day
Axl Rose sued by Bentley for leased car damage, exceeding allowance by 42,000 miles
I’ve got jury duty tomorrow
Odds they’ll pick me?
Sufjan Stevens
10.24.10, Wiltern Theatre, Los Angeles, from the front row. It was a wonderful show, and he played my favourite song as an encore.
wet dog, 2
It looks like this dog is engaging in a similar rotational shake, no?
I promise this won’t be a series.
Guess what popped up on Roger Ebert’s Facebook Wall?
This photo from the booklet accompanying Our Lucy’s “Copenhagen” CD.
Good Kid 3
Back when we took the Dallas Morning News, I sought out a daily feature called “Good Kid,” mostly to see who the kids listed as the two people they would most like to meet.
Today I was happy to discover that the series is available online. Today’s good kid’s picks:
Lady Gaga and Theodore Roosevelt
I, Hang in There Kitty, am pretty sure this will be the day that I will fall to my death
From McSweeney’s Short Imagined Monologues series, Julia McCloy imagines:
I, Hang in There Kitty, am pretty sure this will be the day that I will fall to my death. And although I appreciate your interest in my struggle, I’m almost certain I won’t be able to hang onto this limb with my little paws for much longer. I am probably going to fall from this limb and crack my tiny skull on the sidewalk below. When I do, please try not to step on me.
American Heartland
Inspired by a brief piece in the September issue of Harper’s, I decided to take a look at the Republican Party of Iowa’s platform. Among their Education planks:
We oppose teaching multicultural based curriculum.
We believe that Intelligent Design theory, or Creationism, should be included with all science instruction along with the Darwinian theory. No theory should then be taught in public schools to the exclusion of the other
We support displaying the Ten Commandments and the American flag along with the daily recitation of the Pledge of Allegiance in its entirety in Iowa Schools.
We support the establishment of a no-activities night on Wednesdays.
We oppose the teaching of homosexual behavior as a normal or acceptable lifestyle in our public schools.
We oppose the “Bullying Law.”
Google Voice
I’m thinking of getting rid of the cell phone and using Google Voice for calls. Has anybody done this? (And yes, I understand this would limit my call making and receiving abilities.)
