January 2010
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This is my 2000th post.
Massive Attack - Girl I Love You (She is Danger...
Jeff Buckley - Forget her
The Industry of J.D. Salinger Is Cranking Up →
“The newer-cover edition of Salinger’s signature book, The Catcher in the Rye, is now at No. 4 on Amazon’s sales list. … There are several reasons why this death is different than most others. The fact that he was so reclusive is obviously a big one. When it came to Salinger’s biography there was still mystery involved, something unknown. In a world where anything can...
The Millions: Proust’s Arabesk: The Museum of... →
“Arabesk is music for indoors smoking and lost love and breaking up or knocking up or beating up. Orhan Pamuk’s The Museum of Innocence is like an Arabesk song, as written by Marcel Proust”
Very interesting reading.
“You know an attraction has started when it becomes embarrassing to look at...”
– alaindebotton
Less Effort
Why designing a bigger iPhone instead of making a machine that can build a virtual wall around me and make me feel like I’m in a sunny beach with an ice tea in my hand?
iPad
is just a bigger iPhone that doesn’t let you call/text, take photos.
He met her at a club where she danced topless. She told him that Wesley was the name of the first monkey in space. She told him how NASA used that Wesley up and then abandoned him to an animal shelter for destruction. Then a group of women kidnapped that Wesley and took him to a zoo, where he lived out his life in comfort.
Wesley knew the monkey’s name was Steve, but thought it was sweet of her...
“The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you’re supposed to go up...”
– Haruki Murakami (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle) (via 48books)
“We were fractious and overpaid. Our mornings lacked promise. At least those of...”
– Joshua Ferris, Then We Came to the End (via first-lines)
mild roast goes well with poetry →
Chronology
I loved you in October when you hid behind your hair and rode your shadow in the corners of the house
and in November you invaded filling the air above my bed with dreams cries for some kind of help on my inner ear
in December I held your hands one afternoon; the light failed it came back on in a dawn on the Scottish coast you singing us ashore
now it is January,...
“The history of melancholia
includes all of us.”
– Charles Bukowski - Melancholia
My Brightest Diamond - Golden Star
David Bowie - I’m Deranged (via...
