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Monthly Archives: June 2012

Incarnation of a Story

30 Saturday Jun 2012

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Thinking of a bulletin

Thinking of a bulletin

“Anders couldn’t get to the bank until just before it closed, so of course the line was endless and he got stuck behind two women whose loud, stupid conversation put him in a murderous temper. He was never in the best of tempers anyway, Anders — a book critic known for the weary, elegant savagery with which he dispatched almost everything he reviewed.

With the line still doubled around the rope, one of the bank tellers stuck a “POSITION CLOSED” sign in her window and walked to the back of the bank, where she leaned against a desk and began to pass the time with a man shuffling papers. The women in front of Anders broke off their conversation and watched the teller with hatred. “Oh, that’s nice,” one of them said. She turned to Anders and added, confident of his accord, “One of those little human touches that keep us coming back for more.”

Anders had conceived his own towering hatred of the teller, but he immediately turned it on the presumptuous crybaby in front of him. “Damned unfair,” he said, “Tragic, really. If their not chopping off the wrong leg, or bombing your ancestral village, they’re closing their positions.

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For Readers

For Listeners – Courtesy of the New Yorker

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All the Same

29 Friday Jun 2012

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One Face, Three Cultures and a depression

One Face, Three Cultures and a depression

Stoic rationalism to the defeat

28 Thursday Jun 2012

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Punishing and salvaging French Ears

27 Wednesday Jun 2012

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A wallscaling, wailing attack on French hearing

A wallscaling, wailing attack on French hearing

Diminishing done Damage

Diminishing done Damage

Inventive Solutions in All Shapes and Sizes

26 Tuesday Jun 2012

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Muggsy Bogues and Manute Bol

Tall and small

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Scream me to a sleepy dreamland

25 Monday Jun 2012

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George Condos

Yellify

Watching part of the newsroom, which opened to horrendous critical reviews, made me binge on some flowing funny rants, from Paddy Chayefski, along other Sorkinisms, all the way to Louis CK and the delicious Tim Minchin.

Unexpected Vibrations in the audible spectrum

24 Sunday Jun 2012

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Like a thread through a labyrinth

Like a thread through a labyrinth

This evening, a sudden mention of “Wonderful world” guided me, in a certain and unmistakable way through the following array of voices.

Voices in my Head

Voices in my Head

Sleep without reason or rhyme

Sleep without reason or rhyme

Lucille Clifton - Afterblues

Blues after the facts

Join my Pillow Picture Show

Join my Picture Pillow Show

Lacking in arrested development

24 Sunday Jun 2012

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Drop the ball every now and again

Drop the ball every now and again

For children of all ages, courtesy of the man without words:

“Somehow, without lecturing or threatening or studying any books, we all followed the same rules, from the time the kids were young:

   Life has been created for you to enjoy, but  you won’t enjoy it unless you pay for it with some good, hard work. This is one price that will never be marked down.
You can work at whatever you want to as long as you do it as well as you can and clean up afterwards and you’re at the table at mealtime and in bed at bedtime.
Respect what the others do. Respect Dad’s harp, Mom’s paints, Billy’s piano, Alex’s set of tools, Jimmy’s designs, and Minnie’s menagerie.
If anything makes you sore, come out with it. Maybe the rest of us are itching for a fight too.
If anything strikes you as funny, out with that too. Let’s all the rest of us have a laugh.
If you have an impulse to do something you’re not sure is right, go ahead and do it. Take a chance. Chances are, if you don’t you’l regret it-unless you break the rules about mealtime or bedtime, in which case you’ll sure as hell regret it.
If it’s a question of whether to do what’s fun or what is supposed to be good for you, and nobody is hurt by whichever you do, alway’s do what’s fun.
If things get too much for you and you feel the whole world’s against you, go stand on your head. If you can think of anything crazier to do, do it.
Don’t worry about what other people think. The only person in the world important enough to conform to is yourself.
Anybody who mistreats a pet or breaks a pool cue is docked a month’s pay.”

Spanishy rain on the plain.

22 Friday Jun 2012

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Feeling Spanish

Frijo Tio!

Fair Forgotten Lady

Something old, Something blue

22 Friday Jun 2012

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Old and blue

via Flickr

How a Bicycle is Made (1945) from British Council Film.

C.W. Stoneking – Rich man blues

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