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Miss Lucy
is becoming Mrs. Lucy today. On Thursday, I helped her get her hen on, in a swanky hotel bar.
I’m immensely honored to be attending her and Ross’s wedding, and the succeeding reception-crawl. I will bring a real camera to that.
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I believe it is possible to love others more than one’s self. Is that healthy? Perhaps not, but if it isn’t I have no idea of how one might define such health. The fact that I might long to die as quickly as possible doesn’t mean that I therefore long for everybody to join me. Knowing I am loved, I would set aside my choice (if able to do so). If I believed my presence burdened others in a way that outweighed potential pain caused, I would go.
A sad feature of suicide is that it can come to appear in one’s mind as an inviting doorway. A person can even begin to rely on the comfort that doorway represents. No bad thing in one’s life, then, is ever larger than those few steps required to reach that passageway. It’s seductive, and it generates a kind of empty courage — an ability to go blank in the face of danger. But sometimes that ability to be fearless generates, ironically, a pleasure in life that makes one want to hold onto it for a while. Hence my reference to Dostoyevsky’s story.
simple solutions to complex problems from yahoo news comments
silly question, why don’t we use a few crop dusters to knock out all the drug fields in central and south america? Same in afganistan, if the alledged taliban is funded by opium sales, why not knock they out to? Such a simple solution, makes you think there are people in our country that want these wars. “In God We Trust?” God doesn’t want any part of the gun companies.
I have the perfect solution to the drug problem. This will work. Pay any informant 10% of monies recovered or 10% of the wholesale value of the drugs confiscated. Give them the money tax free and make it anonymous so as to prevent retaliation and to encourage others. Let capitalism do it’s thing. Turn the profit angle against them and they will be out of business in no time. Thoughts anyone?
I can’t stop watching
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Numbers Daniels.
Thou still unravished bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time.
“writing, especially on the internet, is hardly the quickest path to fame and fortune”
I don’t mean to end on a crushing note. There’s huge value in internet publishing beyond its minute potential for saving you from ever needing “a real job.” But for a while I thought it would have that potential for me and it didn’t. Instead, what I got was an unexpected community of people to learn from, and a chance to work with people like Lloyd. People interested in making good stuff on the internet, even if it never gets us anything. That’s the reason to try your hand at web-publishing: it’s a beach-head onto the wider world of substantive accomplishment and relationships than any Twitter account or Facebook page is. But it hardly guarantees you of anything but a modest square of sand.
Two Grain Elevators And A Railroad. U.S. 56, Ardell, KS 67563
headline of the day, 2
Man arrested for chomping on snake
tweet of the day
something I almost said today, but thought better of it
“I’m a generous guy, I’d give you just about anything except a fuck.”
Mid-Forties Irish Pop Star Looking for Anal?
I want you to clarify for all who may be concerned that Sinead is in fact 99.999% vaginally oriented but has experienced the odd shall we say ‘bark up the wrong tree’ and immensely enjoyed it.
Apart from that and an as yet un expressed desire to get royally rogered while wearing nothing but stilletos, by a man wearing a regular business suit which she could clime all over, and an intense enjoyment of light to not especially painful spanking, is as “kinky” as the girl gets.
You’ll have to scroll down a little to find “An Open Letter To Ryan Tubridy”, but all Sinead O’Connnor’s posts are pretty interesting.
headline of the day
Calif professor wanted for leading gang, drug ring
Errol Morris, Believing Is Seeing
Errol Morris’s first book, Believing Is Seeing, comprised of revised essays on photographic truth that originally appeared in The New York Times, is now available. This is from a review by Kathryn Schulz:
Before his filmmaking career took off, Morris had a day job as a detective, and he urges us, here, to read his essays “as a collection of mystery stories.” That’s easy advice to follow. As the de facto protagonist of his own book, Morris reminds me of no one so much as Sherlock Holmes, for whom private investigation was a form of practical epistemology. Like Holmes, Morris believes that truth can be revealed by impartially attending to details overlooked or misinterpreted by others. Like Holmes, he is patient, compulsive and unafraid of legwork. Of the Fenton photographs, he writes: “My hunch was that the lighting and shadows on the cannonballs might be the key to ordering” the images. “I wanted to experiment with lighting the cannonballs from various directions, replicating the directions of the sun and time of day. But first I needed an 1850s cannonball.” Off he goes to find one.
I’m looking forward to this one.
Previously on clusterflock.
dear clusterflock
Best category.
coming out of sleep
Filtero.
quote out of context
Have you been partying with John Waters? You may REALLY not like what you find out about last night. It may be best just to “let it go.”
“No Penetration”
Safe Sawblade
For some reason, all I could think of was Deron.
Daniel Rosenthal explains the enduring popularity of U2
Imagine you’re a middle-aged, upper-middle class male.You live in a large metropolitan area. You have a good job. Your wife does Pilates. Your oldest just started Kindergarten. Yes, you’re an adult but you’re still cool! Your jeans cost $125. Sometimes you wear sneakers with a blazer!
You like the idea of being a guy who’s into live music but the last few concerts you’ve been to were a) too loud b) too crowded c) too foreign (you’re lucky if you recognize one song). You’ll snap a few photos with your smartphone and tell your bros about it to get some street cred but let’s face it – you didn’t enjoy yourself. There are millions of you. And you’re willing to drop cash to have a concert make you feel cool again.
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As you concede, Bernard, the film is an adaptation of Marks autobiography, so its not surprising that he comes across as an (anti-)hero.
Nice picture Bowburn, It cunjours up images of a nice summers day that you could just stoll around in the buttercups with the dog, stop off to open he hamper, get the champagne out and get pissed!
Thank you Lord for another example of the challenge and triumph of the Gospel of love.
nothing to see here, folks, move along
A block of ice four times the size of Manhattan has split off from a Greenland glacier and melted — an event so dramatic that it’s shocked the scientists who study the area.
from Dead Souls
This is what many readers will say, and they will reproach the author for the absurdities, or will call the poor officials fools, because a man is generous enough with the word ‘fool’ and is prepared to dish it out to his neighbour twenty times a day. It’s enough for you to have one stupid side to your character out of nine other good ones for you to be regarded as a fool. It’s easy for readers to pass judgment as, from their peaceful nook on high, from which the whole horizon lies open before them, they gaze upon everything that is going on below, where only objects close by are visible to a person living there. And recorded in the universal chronicle of mankind are many entire centuries which, it would seem, man has deleted and annulled as unnecessary.
More musing on Gogol in Sussex.
Alice Laussade, restaurant critic extraordinaire
Pretty much everything about this makes me happy.
