Two cents. Just in case you’re going to the park or the gym to play with other nice people who don’t need their time wasted by being on a team with an asshole who does the above. Life’s too short. It’s an awful thing to do when your first name is “Kobe”, let alone “Bob”. Or “Frank”. Or even “Steve”.
This is taken from one of Bon Iver‘s frontman Justin Vernon’s extremities. Leg, perhaps? Or, one of his friend’s extremities. Either way, it’s on his Instagram account, and that’s a fact.
The subject, if you haven’t already recognized the hair, is “artist” David Lynch. David, you may recall, has made quite a career out of being weird. Here’s an interesting quote from him, below. It kind of lays out the theme for much of his work:
My childhood was elegant homes, tree-lined streets, the milkman, building backyard forts, droning airplanes, blue skies, picket fences, green grass, cherry trees. Middle America as it’s supposed to be. But on the cherry tree there’s this pitch oozing out – some black, some yellow, and millions of red ants crawling all over it. I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath. Because I grew up in a perfect world, other things were a contrast.
To be had. So to speak. You can take them home but most of the time the country of origin will claim them as their own. In which case you have to give them back. It can be discouraging, because these artifacts/treasures are so hard to find, but those are the breaks. Enjoy the journey, that’s probably the best advice I can give you.
Reminds me of Skeletor. You know, Masters of the Universe? He-Man was his nephew? King Randor was his half-brother? Frank Langella portrayed him in the live-action film? Very sinister. If you’re into that sort of thing.
Whilst reading Deadspin this morning there was a mention of this, and naturally I felt compelled to post it here. Perhaps because I thought others should have it, but maybe more so because I’ll know where it is in case I forget where I read it.
Apparently he was at a film screening in Canada and started taking questions from the audience (this was back in September of this year). According to people there most of his answers were frilly, but this one wasn’t. It’s great advice.
Without further ado, here it is:
I think the only reason I’ve had the career life that I’ve had is that someone told me some secrets early on about living. You can do the very best you can when you’re very, very relaxed, no matter what it is or what your job is, the more relaxed you are the better you are. That’s sort of why I got into acting. I realized the more fun I had, the better I did it. And I thought, that’s a job I could be proud of. It’s changed my life learning that, and it’s made me better at what I do.
I used to own one of those mugs. With the cute little dimples. Not sure what happened to it. Anyway, here’s where they came from, courtesy of Beer Scene Mag:
It is believed that the dimpled mug arrived roughly around the end of the second World War, popular for its grenade-like appearance and texture. The mugs were popular with pub owners for their strength, and it is believed that the dimple pattern was introduced simply to save on the amount of glass used in making them. The dimpled mug is convex– wider at the mouth than at the base– and accentuated with a thick handle, making them easy to grasp by the handle or by the glass itself due to the dimpling pattern, even when condensation has formed. The thick walls are great for keeping a chill on your beer, and the handle keeps you from warming its contents with the warmth of your hand. Although the mug’s wide mouth is excellent for catching the aroma, some feel that the dimples make it harder to appreciate the beer’s appearance, while others would argue that the facets catch the light and increase the color and clarity of beer. Their decline in pubs is due to cost, and storing them is a hassle considering they aren’t stackable.
If you take this down, down, down it leads to a Bay Area Rapid Transit train. Which could take you to any number of places, most of which are in driving distance of Stephan Jenkins’ boyhood home. Doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo.
It’s a cigarette lighter in a USB drive. The drive is on the bottom. You don’t have to light cigarettes with it though. You can also light candles. While taking a bath. And listening to whale songs.
Or the songs in the lighter. Which were written and sung by the former “The Strokes” frontman and entitled Manhattan rich kid Julian Casablancas (his father John Casablancas founded the Elite Model Management – a modeling agency).
It’s the entire King James Bible, constructed in 1930 by a man from Los Angeles named Louis Waynai. It weighed over a thousand pounds and was 43 inches tall.
Before reading glasses came along, people did this. The worse your eyesight degenerated the bigger the book you needed to build the following spring. This particular one took Waynai over 8,700 hours to complete. Shortly thereafter, he met L. Ron Hubbard in his gym’s steam room and renounced Christ, believing that aliens just “made more sense”.
Who’s Pastor T.L. Barrett? According to this bio from Light in the Attic Records, he’s a modern anti-hero/hero. An interesting man:
To many on Chicago’s South Side, Barrett has been known for more than four decades as an activist and pastor, an influential figure in the city’s black community, and an active participant in numerous projects and initiatives intended to improve social and economic conditions on the South Side. To record collectors, he’s known for recording the classic, much-sought gospel record Like A Ship…(Without A Sail). To the Illinois legal system, he’s the man who fronted a series of pyramid schemes that defrauded thousands of people (for which Barrett was ordered to pay restitution to avoid a prison sentence). Among his supporters at one time, were Jesse Jackson and former Chicago mayor Eugene Sawyer. To his parishioners, Barrett (who continues to minister) acts as a social conscious by preaching a doctrine of personal responsibility, and is a champion of economic development. The one certainty Barrett proves is that the complexities and contrasting elements of lives are what make individuals so compelling.
Vincent lost his job at the flea market and needed francs to pay his rent. A wool sock full of francs.
Give a franc here or there.
The future Charlemagne was the property of an old three-legged man across town. He was less than a week away from slaughter. He was fat and happy and his bacon would be the talk of Paris. Or, at least that’s what the old man dreamt of when he slept at night. Continue reading →