Being able to listen to the Kinks is sort of my only reason for living at this exact moment in time.
Being able to listen to the Kinks is sort of my only reason for living at this exact moment in time.
Came across this fancy little site that casts you as a man with an impressive beard who wants to know what book you should read next, based on what you’ve just read.
A cure for my abibliophobia (the fear of running out of books to read) at last?
The Unfolding: How To Blow Your Mind And Have A Freak Out Party (1967)
(via hatchetentry)
In 1928 I was giving a lecture on modern art in my native town of Figueras, with the mayor acting as chairman and a number of local notables in attendance. An unusual crowd had gathered to hear me. I had come to the end of my speech, which had apparently been followed with polite puzzlement, and there was no indication from the audience that the conclusive nature of my last paragraph had been grasped. In a sudden hysterical rage, I shouted, at the top of my lungs: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, the lecture is FINISHED!’
At this moment the mayor, who was very popular, who was indeed loved by the whole town, fell dead at my feet. The emotion was indescribable and the event had considerable repercussions. The comic papers claimed that the enormities expressed in the course of my lecture had killed him. It was in fact simply a case of sudden death - angina pectoris, I believe - fortuitously occurring exactly at the end of my speech.
Salvador Dali, from The Secret Life of Salvador Dali
For Brooke
Things I wrote in my notebook in Los Angeles:
“Am I a pop cultural masochist?” and other very relevant questions over at Tiny Gems.