September 2009
2 posts
So, What Do You Do? →
The Bond Villain: A Reassessment →
August 2009
2 posts
My Funeral, if Famous →
Vice Versa →
July 2009
3 posts
David Bashing →
The Immortal Dead →
Book With Legs →
June 2009
3 posts
Uni-tasker →
The Purity of the Tune →
We Are Not Amused →
May 2009
1 post
Little Man →
March 2009
1 post
A View From the Top 2% →
January 2009
1 post
When Trouble Came →
October 2008
3 posts
The Sage →
The Wealth Effect Mirage →
The Mess Explained →
September 2008
1 post
Outside Interests →
April 2008
1 post
Ear Candy →
March 2008
2 posts
To Serve and Deflect →
FYI →
December 2007
11 posts
Dereligification →
Soul Stealers →
Fake Art Appreciation
A half-man, half-goat ceramic figure supposedly sculpted by 19th century French artist Paul Gauguin has delighted aficionados visiting the Art Institute of Chicago for a decade, but now the museum says “The Faun” is a fake. If the museum’s curators liked the piece well enough to buy it, and the museum’s visitors, even the aficionados, liked it well enough to be...
“Out-of-copyright books account for about one-sixth of all titles. Most books –...”
– “Google and Its Enemies,” The Weekly Standard (Dec. 10, 2007).
“Nothing is forever, always is a lie.”
– This is always true, and will remain so forever.
Soul Stealers
They say the aboriginal peoples fear cameras, worried that pictures of them steal their souls. I feel the same way about ads. My mental space is my soul. I guard it jealously. Ads are designed to steal my mental space. They sing or scream or joke or criticize or brag or cajole or give me puppy dog eyes, whatever works, trying to distract me just long enough for them to barge in, burrow deep...
John the Revelator
This mental music is currently stuck on “repeat” in my iBrain: Now tell me who’s that a-writin’? John the Revelator Who’s that a-writin’? John the Revelator Who’s that a writin’? John the Revelator A book of the seven seals Version by Blind Willie and Angeline Johnson, Anthology of American Folk Music.
Immortal Man, Interview Notes
I started to think he might actually be the immortal man, and not just a delusional nut, when he couldn’t tell me his age, or where he was born, or even his birth name.
“The Brian Eno recipe for originality: do something that’s so time-consuming or...”
– Discussing the Codex Seraphinianus.