Enjoyable simile from a recent New Yorker:
“For lesser artists, this harmonically confident album would be a coup. But in the case of the Dixie Chicks it’s disappointing, like watching Muhammad Ali hurt a man’s feelings.”
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Enjoyable simile from a recent New Yorker:
“For lesser artists, this harmonically confident album would be a coup. But in the case of the Dixie Chicks it’s disappointing, like watching Muhammad Ali hurt a man’s feelings.”
Me: My hands are better when I have warm tea to hold. Maybe we should carry pocket hand warmers with us when we travel to cold places. Like Florida.
Bryan: I married an orchid.
-What the hell is that crow eating?
-A human heart?
-I’m pretty sure that’s bad luck.
-Or it mean’s someone’s getting married.
-Or, like, early crop?
-Look, riblets!
-Tiny little girl ribs. They serve them garnished with tutus.
-Gross. Now I can’t order those.
-I think you’re thinking of riblettes anyway.
-Yeah riblets are client-side ribs.
Heather’s 10 Seconds is one of my new favorite things. I especially love: Disco, 49 Palms Oasis, and Petaluma River.
You may also enjoy “A Work in Progress.” Here’s the photo Heather snapped of me for the project.
Turns out that mind-blowing sex is, in fact, the same in every language.
Also, a fantastic headline from a Time Out Amsterdam article on the singles scene:
“Hope Springs Nocturnal”
In this month’s Esquire, Tom Hanks talks about gaining weight for Cast Away and then losing sixty pounds for the scenes where he’s supposed to be starving:
“Eating everything you want is not that much fun. When you live a life with no boundaries, there’s less joy. If you can eat anything you want to, what’s the fun in eating anything you want to?”
The San Jose Mercury News recently interviewed me for “Stylish Musings” an article about bloggers who like stuff, and share their passion for stuff with the Internet. A hefty hunk of the article is about Mighty Goods, so go take a peek.
I am asleep and having a sex dream. It is Girls-Gone-Wild-esque, save one key element. Everyone in the dream, including me, is a mathematician.
I am amongst a handful of bikini-clad girls standing atop a boat. We are laughing and holding small white boards. The guys in the crowd are raising their beer bottles and screaming, “Show us your solutions! Show us your solutions!”
Russell Banks grew up in, “a blue-collar world … where the idea of being a writer was like the idea of being a butterfly.”
(via Writer’s Almanac)