January 2012
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dostoevsky
Last night at our book club, we discussed Notes from Underground. Andrew shared the fact that when he was a kid, he read a book which warned kids that some people put things like pencils in their penises, and that’s dangerous. We talked about how you could then write with that pencil, and turn around to erase, because the eraser would come out of your butt. It seems like a good way to write....
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“At Last has become arguably the most popular song in the U.S. for weddings,...”
– From Kenyon Farrow’s insightful Political Obituary of Etta James, Colorlines, 1/24/12 (via racialicious)
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David Sedaris
Do you see a lot of teenagers at your shows?
Yeah, I do, and I always have gifts for them because I’m always so honored that they come. If I run out of gifts, I give them money. A couple of years ago, I gave condoms to teenagers because I wanted something that was light and easy to pack. Perfect, right? And then I got a letter from a woman in Chicago who said, “I came with my daughter to see...
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Marilyn Monroe's belongings
“Marilyn’s estate was a bunch of poignant schlock. The auction raised more than $13 million, but not because of any intrinsic value in the numbered lots. There were no Renoirs or Picassos. Her knickknacks were pedestrian. Her cookware was greasy. Her spatulas were bent. Even her Golden Globe was broken.
The majority of her clothing showed surprising wear and tear. She had worn it all...
nick cave's notebooks
As a diehard Nick Cave fan, Buchanan found particular delight in examining his handwritten journals from his Berlin years, 1982-88, held in ”flat grey archival boxes” at Melbourne’s Arts Centre. ”Performing arts material is notoriously ephemeral and rarely survives the rigours of the road,” Buchanan explains. But Cave, who began his first novel while living in...
Kristen Bell on dressing up as Katniss →
Fireland: The goon pats me down and finds the... →
Jesus Christ.
fireland:
The goon pats me down and finds the oyster knife taped to my coccyx. “Thought you said you was unarmed,” he says, voice like a broken down retard factory.
“I said that because I didn’t want you to know I had a knife,” I say. “In case I needed to stab you?”
“I thought we was friends.”
“We are…
