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25th July 2014

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How to Market a Dictionary, 1970s Style →

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To today’s viewer, the short film made in 1973 for an American Heritage Dictionary marketing campaign looks silly and dated (typewriters? secretaries?). But that’s what makes it so much fun to watch. A takeoff on popular TV shows and movies, it was produced by Bill Miller Film and features…

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23rd July 2014

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The problem with Weird Al’s ‘Word Crimes’

The problem with Weird Al’s ‘Word Crimes’

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22nd July 2014

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The serial enigma of the dark

Evil is even, truth is an odd number and death is a full stop. When a dog barks late at night and then retires again to bed, he punctuates and gives majesty to the serial enigma of the dark, laying it more evenly and heavily upon the fabric of the mind. Sweeny in the trees hears the sad baying as he sits listening on the branch, a huddle between the earth and heaven; and he hears also the answering mastiff that is counting the watches in the next parish. Bark answers bark till the call spreads like fire through all Erin. Soon the moon comes forth from behind her curtains riding full tilt across the sky, lightsome and unperturbed in her immemorial calm. The eyes of the mad king upon the branch are upturned, whiter eyeballs in a white face, upturned in fear and supplication. His mind is but a shell.

Flann O’Brien, At Swim-Two-Birds (1939)

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22nd July 2014

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9th July 2014

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Waterlessness stalks me

Death by dehydration is turning out to be even more psychologically grueling than I was anticipating on Saturday. Waterlessness stalks me, the indomitable leviathan of the desert drawing in closer every hour. Enforced insomnia compounds my body’s anguish, loosing a fourth-dimensional aberration in my head. I no longer exist in a normal space-time continuum. Minute by minute, my sleep deprivation dismantles yet another brain function.

Aron Ralston, 127 Hours: Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Simon & Schuster, 2004)

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8th July 2014

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3rd July 2014

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Under the right circumstances, anyone could end up anywhere, doing anything.
— Stephen King, ‘Rest Stop’, in Just After Sunset

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24th June 2014

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You can argue forever about the content of a film, its aesthetic, its style, even its moral posture; but the crucial imperative is to avoid boredom at all costs.
— Luis Buñuel, My Last Breath (1982), tr. Abigail Israel

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23rd June 2014

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Remedios Varo, Encounter (1959), oil on canvas, 64 cm x 45 cm

Remedios Varo, Encounter (1959), oil on canvas, 64 cm x 45 cm

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16th June 2014

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Anaïs Nin on not having children

I had surgery when I was nine years old which made it [having children] impossible. And we didn’t find out until the first child I conceived was still-born — was strangled by adhesions. At that time they made a very poor kind of surgery and created adhesions which strangled the child. So nature denied me that. It wasn’t by choice. But I don’t feel that unless you’ve had a child you’re not fulfilled. I don’t feel that I’ve missed anything. Because I transferred that to other relationships. As [D.H.] Lawrence said, we don’t need more children, we need more hope in the world.

Anaïs Nin, A Woman Speaks (1975), edited by Evelyn Hinz

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