10.31.2008

paganerrific!

In the spirits of the day (from my decade-ago dabbling in rubberstamp art).

Samhain

The Souvenir King

10.30.2008

post-apostrolyptic

So, out of desperation (see the 10/27 post), we decided to browse the book "department" at the nearby Raley's.

Despite lifetime shopping trips that probably number in the thousands (well, the high hundreds, anyway), I don't think I've ever really paid much attention to the book selection in supermarkets (except for that time in my teen years when, accompanying my mother grocery shopping, I discovered a copy of Frank Harris's My Life and Loves hiding behind the Louis L'Amours in the revolving rack near the checkout counters). As it turns out, if you're in the market for a romance, generic thriller, or late-period Stephen King, you're in luck. Otherwise, not so much.

Consequently, I was pleasantly surprised to find among the dross a trade paperback copy of Cormac McCarthy's The Road. Its presence can probably be attributed more to the fact that it's "Soon to be a MAJOR MOTION PICTURE" than that it won the 2007 Pulitzer Prize in fiction, but I was happy to snap it up.

So that evening I settled in for some serious reading. I made my way through the introductory pages of ecstatic blurbs and began to immerse myself in the book's grim world. But then, in the very second paragraph, I encountered:
He thought the month was October but he wasnt sure.
Whoa! Pulitzer Prize winner. 25th printing. And a typo still makes it through? Talk about being jerked out of the author's world.

But then I read the very next sentence:
He hadnt kept a calendar for years.
Uh oh. Apparently, the cataclysm that befell our planet not only incinerated our civilization, but all of the world's apostrophes as well.

But then, another two sentences on:
There'd be no surviving another winter here.
Huh?

Are we supposed to assume that there were a few apostrophes down in the root cellar, or playing Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots in their mom's basement when the unnamed whatever struck? And that McCarthy had to apportion them throughout the book with the same frugality with which his characters have to ration their precious food supply? And that every time this happens (and it happens a lot), the reader is popped right out of the book?

In other words, what the fuck? No, seriously. What the fuck?

10.29.2008

a question

Does Blogger provide the option of requiring every comment to be in haiku form?

Just asking.

10.25.2008

tahoe

Thanks to the generosity of friends (Linda and Jeff!), the citizen and Rocket Girl are currently relaxing in paradise (and once again appreciating those anonymous folks who leave their wifi networks password-free).

10.23.2008

auteur

context is everything

Via the endlessly fascinating If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats, comes this 1979 ad from Pakistan International Airlines.

10.22.2008

baked or broiled?

David Sedaris in The New Yorker on undecided voters:
I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?

To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?"

To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.

10.21.2008

crush

Kitty Winn studies (something?) during a break from a dress rehearsal of A.R. Gurney's The Middle Ages at the Mark Taper Forum Laboratory, 1977.

i was taught by adam but i blame it on eve

Heard this song on the radio while driving in to work today. 

Talk about inspirational.



10.20.2008

camera club

Although I'm not a joiner by nature, back when I was student at UCLA (circa '69 or '70) I joined the UCLA Camera Club solely to have access to their communal darkroom. While working there one night, a fellow member mentioned that the club hosted occasional "model shoots" and as one was coming up, I should attend, as he was sure I'd enjoy it.

He was wrong.



10.19.2008

the guardians

Via Yimmys Yayo (via god-knows-where*).

* In the (admittedly extraordinarily unlikely) event that you are the creator of this image and have somehow found your way here, please leave a comment and I will add a credit or delete the image - your choice.

10.18.2008

10.16.2008

martyr

From The Play Coalition. I would totally buy one of these, but I don't think one actually can. Plus, I think it would involve moving to a different country.
Hmmm...

10.15.2008

stick a fork in it

It's done.

outlet

I've been looking at this thing for like 8 years now. 
Symbolic of something?
(And yes, that's a built-in cabinet, not something just pushed up against a wall.)