February 2011
19 posts
Tuesday 9:00 AM by Denver Butson
A man standing at the bus stop reading the newspaper is on fire Flames are peeking out from beneath his collar and cuffs His shoes have begun to melt
The woman next to him wants to mention it to him that he is burning but she is drowning Water is everywhere in her mouth and ears in her eyes A stream of water runs steadily from her blouse
Another woman stands at the bus stop freezing...
January 2011
32 posts
I think I feel about fat chefs the way gentlemen...
What is strange to us today will be familiar...
Mayor Richard Daley dedicating the Picasso sculpture in Chicago’s civic center
An idea is salvation by imagination.
Frank Lloyd Wright
Experience as much as you can and absorb a lot of...
George Myer, writer for The Simpsons
My family and I are like oil and water, if oil...
Shalom Auslander, Foreskin’s Lament
Just enough is more.
Milton Glaser, “Ten Things I Have Learned”
If you think about it, most comedy ought to...
Marshall Brickman, co-writer of Annie Hall
The Accompanist by William Matthews
Don’t play too much, don’t play too loud, don’t play the melody. You have to anticipate her and to subdue yourself. She used to give me her smoky eye when I got boisterous, so I learned to play on tip- toe and to play the better half of what I might. I don’t like to complain, though I notice that I get around to it somehow. We made a living and good music, ...
I don't think there is any point in making a joke...
Todd Hanson, creator and staff writer of The Onion
Life’s most persistent and urgent question is: What are you doing for others?
– Martin Luther King Jr. (via azspot)
When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say...
– Fred (Mr.) Rogers (via apsies)
You look out the window, see a guy in a chicken...
“Until Gwen” by Dennis Lehane