Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Monday, December 19, 2011

Could Be a Country Song

"He and She"

When I am dead you’ll find it hard,
Said he,
To ever find another man
Like me.

What makes you think, as I suppose
You do,
I’d ever want another man
Like you?

– Eugene Fitch Ware, Some of the Rhymes of Ironquill, 1900

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Franz Kafka was a Flake

His excuse to Max Brod:
My Max 
I am in such a bad way that I think I can only get over it by not speaking to anyone for a week, or as long as may be necessary. From the fact that you won’t try to answer this postcard in any way, I shall see that you are fond of me. 
Your Franz

Chart of the Planetary Orbits, 10th or 11th Century

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Thursday, December 8, 2011

Fables in Slang

Wishlisting: Some call George Ade the first great American humor writer. Ade himself would've given that accolade to his hero, Mark Twain, but he wasn't far off. Starting in the 1890s, Ade wrote closely-observed profiles of the hustlers, shoeshine boys and liars he met in and around Chicago. He captured a period of American history when burgeoning urbanization made young cities like Chicago tumultuous and endlessly fascinating places to live.

Over time, his work became less journalistic and more fabulistic. Fables in Slang is his best-known book, and relies heavily on Ade's ear for contemporary colloquialisms. It begins: "The Learned Phrenologist sat in his Office surrounded by his Whiskers. Now and then he put a Forefinger to his Brow and glanced at the Mirror to make sure that he still resembled William Cullen Bryant."


Thursday, December 1, 2011

loved this song last night when i was drunk. love it again today.

the fuck is a guilty pleasure, anyway?