quote from last weekend’s footage (unfilmed)
Do you think your husband will want to do a documentary on me? I was José Eber’s lover.
Religious views: I got a million of ‘em.
So me and a friend from the wayback days had plugged back in thanks to The Google and to clusterflock and we had emailed for a while and then it dropped off but then I got one of them Facebook requests.
Let’s be friends. We know we’re friends, but let’s make it official. Like one of them civil unions or gay marriages.
(Damn Facebook. I love it. I hate it. I love it. I hate it. My sister. My daughter. My sister. My daughter.)
Eh, well, here is something I really like from what they call his profile.
Religious views: I got a million of ‘em.
(A gloss for the youngsters: This is a reference to a catchphrase associated with the American pianist, actor, comedian, composer, and singer Jimmy Durante, who was old before my time.)
Mortal Remains
We have been speaking of mortal remains.
This, the tail-end of Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”, has always just shredded me.
I take it personally.
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
A school of thought about . . . herring
from Life in a Scotch Sitting Room (Volume 2, Episode 6). Ivor Cutler.
“Scotland gets its brains from the herring,” said Grandpa; and we all nodded our heads with complete incomprehension.
White Supremacist: Holocaust Museum Shooting Makes Us Look Bad
The responsible white separatist community condemns this. It makes us look bad.
- John de Nugent, a white supremacist friend of James Von Dunn, speaking about the shooting at the Holocaust Museum.
Yeah, we wouldn’t want to misrepresent you white supremacists.
via here.
Constants
“There are constants in advertising,” he said. “There is always some male voice telling you to ‘Call this number NOW’.”
Breathe Dead Hippo
You can’t breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence. (Heart of Darkness. Joseph Conrad.)
Spirit Like a Cat
SPIRIT [LIKE A CAT]: All goes still to our delight.
Either come, or else refuse, refuse.
(Macbeth. Act III. Scene 5.)
First verse of the fourteenth chapter of the Second Book of Kings
And he said, “But my brother Esau is an hairy man, but I am a smooth man.”
Reading all this furry and hairy and nekkid mammalian malarkey, I was waiting for Elizabeth Perry to chime in, but I think maybe she is making herself useful today.
A good while back, she and I enjoyed an exchange. Thoughts of hairy-and-smooth set off my recollection, I think.
Prester John’s Kingdom, Viewed from a Great Height
“I’m a stranger here myself.”
fake quote out of context
Music was my life, music brought me to life, and music is how I will be remembered long after I leave this life. When I die there will be a final waltz playing in my head that only I can hear.
Sangfroid
I love my friends. I’d written Lee to say I was struggling to maintain my sangfroid.
“Happily driving around,” she replied, “now that I have bought the new 2010 SANGFROID!”
quote out of context
The way I see it, some people are too smart for their own good.
dear clusterflock
I’m the chairman of the 4th of July.
Bicycle = good
quote out of context
“I am shy with women: therefore there is no God” is highly unconvincing metaphysics.
Don’t forget to say your prayers.
Chapel. American military base. Gournes, Crete. iPhone. Phil Bebbington. 2009.
Hello . . . I told you never to call me here; don’t you know where I am?
cwalken t-shirt
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quote out of context
People should remember that while they have the right to their opinion, they are not entitled to be taken seriously.
Charles Dickens: Our Mutual Friend (for Cooper Renner)
Silas Wegg negotiates the price of his services (reading aloud) with Noddy Boffin.
‘Half a crown,’ said Wegg, meditating. ‘Yes. (It ain’t much, sir.) Half a crown.’
‘Per week, you know.’
‘Per week. Yes. As to the amount of strain upon the intellect now. Was you thinking at all of poetry?’ Mr Wegg inquired, musing.
‘Would it come dearer?’ Mr Boffin asked.
‘It would come dearer,’ Mr Wegg returned. ‘For when a person comes to grind off poetry night after night, it is but right he should expect to be paid for its weakening effect on his mind.’
Voice Imitator
When I post a “cwalken” update I am hoping to write something as I would imagine it spoken by Christopher Walken. The politics, tastes and observations are my own. That is — I am not trying to speak for Christopher Walken. I am simply borrowing his voice and reworking my words in his cadence.
Quoted here.
Quote for the day
Two novels can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other involves orcs.
dear clusterflock
Are you hungry? What kind of fruit do you like the most?
Pretentious
Snapshot of a reproduction of a late nineteenth-century stock photograph.
“It seems so pretentious,” he said, “to display an image of the Parthenon in your bathroom.”
So he propped it on an easel and set it atop the microwave.
magical wonderful animal
A reading from the Gospel of Homer:
Homer: Are you saying you’re never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Ham?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal.
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.