“Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss….” He turned to me. “But every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.”
Wendelin Van Draanen, Flipped.
Cut out the eye from a photograph of one who has been loved but is seen no more. Attach the eye to the pendulum of a metronome and regulate the weight to suit the tempo desired. Keep going to the limit of endurance. With a hammer well-aimed, try to destroy the whole at a single blow.
Man Ray, Object to Be Destroyed.
A little video I did on the Pittsburgh Public Market, one of my favorite places in the whole city.
By god, I will find a copy of Don’t Go Where I Can’t Follow by the time I die.
Well…okay, let’s say you were hatched in the hollow of a giant tree, right? And you’d never been outside of it. And…and furthermore, you couldn’t even turn around to look out at the rest of the world…like maybe you’d gotten stuck in some sap. So then, if the sun was shining behind you, it would cast shadows of everything happening behind you, right? Onto the wall of the hollow, right? And if that was all you’d ever seen, you’d have no way to know what was actually happening. You’d think that the shadows were the real world.
Morris, Big Questions.
Before I say anything, let me just preface this post with the fact that I spent $94 dollars on books yesterday and no matter how hard I try I cannot force myself to feel guilty about it. Let’s look at some nice pictures of them.
Habibi by Craig Thompson. This is one that I’ve had my little eye on for a very long while because everything that Craig Thompson does is perfect in every way and if you don’t agree I will never forgive you and will hate you forever.
Big Questions by Anders Nilsen. This was an unexpected purchase. While searching for Habibi, my hands fell upon this book and as soon as I picked it up I knew that I could not leave the store without it (mostly because it had started to melt and bind with the skin of my palms; at the very least I would have to buy it, have a certified professional remove it, and later try to wheedle a refund from the cashier drone at a later date). It is honestly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in a book store. Also, this is the first time I’ver ever willingly spent more than forty dollars on a book. I’m home sick and I plan on finishing it today. I feel like this is a very dangerous slippery slope.
Apparently everything Edgar Allen Poe has every written is worth approximately eight dollars. Four dollars less than, say, a Gossip Girl novel. Everything Edgar Allen Poe has ever written is worth less than one Gossip Girl. Why.
House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski. I actually did not buy this during last night’s excursion, but it’s been on my list for an obscene amount of time and I plan on knocking it out very, very soon.
Also, I received a letter telling me that I’ve been accepted into Chapman University’s Film Program with a Very Lucrative Scholarship and that, yes, I will, indeed, be permitted to make some College next year.
Also, when you click the link to Chapman’s homepage and wait long enough, you will encounter a picture of a scary brown student with a smile that will stay with you a very long time.
