March 2011
33 posts
Insulted by Authors →
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Bill Ryan is systematically attending author events and asking them to insult him when they sign books rather than offering up “the quotidian ‘Lots of love’ or ‘All the best’ or even the penurious ‘For.’” We love it! Tao Lin’s is by the far the most mild mannered. No, really. If you’re looking for the good stuff, check out Amy Sedaris’s note. It is exceptional.
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Posted by Joana
Bill Ryan, that scumbag, is my new favorite person.
Play
perendinate
v. to put off until the day after tomorrow
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Don’t you love it when procrastination gets more and more specific?
Yo, people --
Hello, all. I was wondering if you guys could help me. Aherm. I watercolor here and there, hunting interesting faces and shadows in the interwebz as reference.
But what I’d really like is to paint some of y’all. Maybe with a book in your hands, staring far-off into space. Or that book by your ear. Your face. Or your face and your neck and your clavicles and your shoulders. It’s up to you, feel free to camwhore. You can even be naked. Shrug. [For what it’s worth, I paint naked people on a nearly-weekly basis.] Do your thing, send me a clear enough picture, let them shadows play on the fine architecture of your faces, just go.
That is, if you want to play guinea pig to my middling black-and-white watercolor adventures. [I wish I could go photograph each of you, but that would be impossible, not to mention creepy.]
Please and thank you!
Here: esashamartinez@yahoo.com
“Of all the conditions we experience, solitude is perhaps the most misunderstood. To choose it is regarded as irresponsible or a failure. To most it should be avoided, like an illness. Inside solitude people see the many compartments of unhappiness, like the comb of a pomegranate. To be emptied from the world, to be cast away and forgotten — is this what we fear most? So we must shake hands and pass money and hear talk of society and talk of our families and our selves. We must move in and out of doors, press buttons for lifts, catch each other’s colds, laugh and weep, and contribute to the din and the restlessness. We must dance and sing, and visit the courts. We must make these daily contacts.
But if it is embraced solitude is the most joyful of commitments. In the grace of these quiet rooms I know far better the taste of each day. How well I know life. I understand water in its glass. As the afternoon circles, shadows move behind the objects on the tale. There is a pinch of cinnamon in Theresa’s lamb casserole. Such acceptance! Such intimacy! The paint on the chassis of the easel is as thick as guano on the cliffs where seagulls nest.” —From How to Paint a Dead Man, by Sarah Hall.
But if it is embraced solitude is the most joyful of commitments. In the grace of these quiet rooms I know far better the taste of each day. How well I know life. I understand water in its glass. As the afternoon circles, shadows move behind the objects on the tale. There is a pinch of cinnamon in Theresa’s lamb casserole. Such acceptance! Such intimacy! The paint on the chassis of the easel is as thick as guano on the cliffs where seagulls nest.” —From How to Paint a Dead Man, by Sarah Hall.
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