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New book! #literature #reading #books #zelda #fitzgerald #novels...

Sun, 05 May 2013 22:48:13 -0400

New book! #literature #reading #books #zelda #fitzgerald #novels (at Hoth)

#latergram #nyc #newyork #vw

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 21:34:39 -0400

#latergram #nyc #newyork #vw

bbook: I’m not afraid of heights, I’m afraid of falling.

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 19:06:52 -0500

bbook:

I’m not afraid of heights, I’m afraid of falling.

W. W. Norton: Do you ever return to Virginia Woolf?

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 01:47:20 -0400

W. W. Norton: Do you ever return to Virginia Woolf?:

wwnorton:

EUDORA WELTY: Yes. She was the one who opened the door. When I read To the Lighthouse, I felt, Heavens, what is this? I was so excited by the experience I couldn’t sleep or eat. I’ve read it many times since, though more often these days I go back to her diary. Any day you open it to will be…

This book.

newyorker: This week, The New Yorker publishes “Thank You for...

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 00:02:49 -0400

newyorker:

This week, The New Yorker publishes “Thank You for the Light,” a 1936 short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald that was originally rejected by the magazine decades ago. Here, a look back at the magazine’s 1926 profile of Fitzgerald: http://nyr.kr/Q0QK9H

Lovely.

“If patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human...

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 15:47:48 -0400

“If patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human lives and deaths, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths? It would have to be up one level at least—an angel, a minor god, something in a UFO. It would take eight human lives and deaths just to form one character in this being’s name—its complete dossier might take up a considerable piece of the history of the world. We are digits in God’s computer… And the only thing we’re good for, to be dead or to be living, is the only thing He sees. What we cry, what we contend for, in our world of toil and blood, it all lies beneath the notice of the hacker we call God.”

Vineland. Thomas Pynchon.

How Tim Cook should open the WWDC:

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 12:48:11 -0400

How Tim Cook should open the WWDC::

theparisreview:

House lights completely down.

Disembodied voice fills the void. Male’s. Is that Tim Cook speaking?

In perfect diction and cadence.

“Welcome to the Apple Worldwide Developers Conference 2012. I’m Tim Cook, CEO of Apple, and I thank all of you for being here today as we present the newest

items from our product line.”

House lights come up, and we see an iPhone on a stool in the middle of the stage.

“Actually, I’m not Tim Cook.”

The real Tim Cook enters stage left.

“I’m Tim Cook,” he says.

“And I am the next version of Siri,” says the disembodied voice formerly thought to be Tim Cook’s.

Crowd bursts out in wild applause as they realize Siri no longer sounds like a robot.

“That’s it, really,” says the real Tim Cook. “A vastly improved Siri. That’s all we’ve got.”

Crowd’s collective brow furrows. They are sad.

Somewhere, John Malkovich laughs. (via inothernews)

If only Siri’s response to every query was “Malkovich, Malkovich, Malkovich, Malkovich.”

Yes.

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Fri, 08 Jun 2012 21:52:15 -0400

“You rarely have such fevers later in life that fill your...

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 11:22:23 -0400

“You rarely have such fevers later in life that fill your entire day with emotion.” Ray Bradbury. The New Yorker. 2012.

bbook: Anyone who has seen more than one Bergman film will...

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 00:23:29 -0400

bbook:

Anyone who has seen more than one Bergman film will recognise certain plot elements, settings, faces… Few artists have created their own individual universe through the use of recurrent themes, stylistic devices, settings and actors in quite the same way as Ingmar Bergman. Here is a guide to help you navigate these galaxies.

INGMAR BERGMAN

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Sat, 02 Jun 2012 13:40:20 -0400

I dream about you. —Rose Water Glitter...

Wed, 30 May 2012 11:42:05 -0400

I dream about you.

—Rose Water Glitter Cake.

Photo courtesy of SpoonForkBacon.

Look with all your eyes, look. -Jules Verne

Tue, 29 May 2012 10:54:26 -0400

Look with all your eyes, look.

-Jules Verne

And certain things around us will change, become easier or...

Fri, 25 May 2012 12:50:46 -0400

And certain things around us will change, become easier or harder, one thing or the other, but nothing will ever really be any different. I believe that. We have made our decisions, our lives have been set in motion, and they will go on and on until they stop. But if that is true, then what? I mean, what if you believe that, but you keep it covered up, until one day something happens that should change something, but then you see nothing is going to change after all. What then? Meanwhile, the people around you continue to talk and act as if you were the same person as yesterday, or last night, or five minutes before, but you are really undergoing a crisis, your heart feels damaged…

—Raymond Carver. Short Cuts: Selected Stories. 1993.

Jim: We played with life and lost. Jules et...

Thu, 24 May 2012 11:29:24 -0400

Jim: We played with life and lost.

Jules et Jim. François Truffaut. 1962.

“Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was...

Wed, 23 May 2012 23:55:23 -0400

“Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindnesses and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected twist in the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same way, regardless.”

Lorrie Moore. Referential. The New Yorker

Can you keep a secret? I’m trying to organize a prison...

Wed, 16 May 2012 11:23:01 -0400

Can you keep a secret? I’m trying to organize a prison break. I need like, what, an accomplice. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out?

—Bob Harris. Lost In Translation.

Cop 663: Since she left, everything in the flat is sad....

Wed, 16 May 2012 00:36:25 -0400

Cop 663: Since she left, everything in the flat is sad. Everything needed lulling to sleep.

[to a bar of soap]

Cop 663: You’ve lost a lot of weight, you know. You used to be so chubby. Have more confidence in yourself.

[to a threadbare wet dishcloth]

Cop 663: You have to stop crying, you know. Where’s your strength and absorbency? You’re so shabby these days.

Good Morning David!

Thu, 10 May 2012 11:43:13 -0400

Good Morning David!

"When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists..."

Wed, 02 May 2012 15:01:34 -0400

“When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the mists of brightness has its place,
And terrible beauty not to be endured,
I turn away reluctant from your light,
And stand irresolute, a mind undone,
A silly, dazzled thing deprived of a sight
From having looked too long upon the sun.
Then is my daily life a narrow room
In which a little while, uncertainly,
Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
Among familiar things grown strange to me
Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,
Till I become accustomed to the dark.”

- Second April, 1921. Edna St. Vincent Millay.