there’s this book and movie called Heaven Is For Real, which is basically a Christian inspirational true story about a young boy who dies, sees Heaven, is revived, and tells his family about it. which, honestly, I’m fine with. the kid probably made most of it up because he liked the attention his...
Taylor Mac, in this interview in BOMB Magazine (via itsdlevy)
Word
Q*bert
From The Good Humor Book, 1944
The future if American Theatre.
Dead
One day I'll be that thing.
Stanley Kubrick (via blue-voids)
I don’t know, Stanley
like, I’m sympathetic to your position here, but I also like the Grand Guignol, and also wasn’t there a scene in The Shining where rivers of blood surge through the doors of an elevator and rush like rivers toward the camera
I think where we run into trouble here is “the essence of”
well there you have it there are some thoughts I had about a thing Stanley Kubrick said which I typed up while waiting for the second layer of some bar cookies to finish baking
(via johndarnielle)
How it always happens
Cathy
With the arrival of two new employees, I now work inside a Cathy comic strip. And every morning I commute an hour to get there. And then I try to do creative work.
People are so charming until they want something from me.
Homeless man in Powell Station
I didn’t see this conversation between a FOX Sports reporter and San Diego Chargers quarterback Philip Rivers, but I imagine it went something like this:
Reporter: “Is that real? Or is it some kind of crazy meta joke? Please say it’s real. Please say you’re sincere. Dear God that thing is enormous. Is this like when Brooklyn girls started wearing Long Island grandma glasses for a while? Oh man, Philip, I want this to be real so, so bad. Please don’t be a joke. Please tell me this is real.”
Rivers: “We’re just out there every Sunday, giving it 110%, trying to make plays. This week we came out on top, and we’re looking forward to heading to Denver.”
This sums up my feelings pretty well.
#threesisters
Food chain.
I think we should look at this now.
For Christmas, I would like:
A theatre with polite and conscientious patrons Children that cover their mouths when they cough all through the performance A train with children that don't scream on top of the noise of the transbay tunnel For Christmas to go away. When you haul your saturated carcass out of whatever dive you ended up in today, Santa, I would appreciate your help. Also, new bike. Sam
Winter solstice in the Alps