March 2009
23 posts
The New York Times > Books > Image > Book Review |... →
Alison Bechdel reviews Vandenburgh, in comics form. Yay.
"texting, then sexting, then phone sex, then sex." →
melissa:
(ytmnd, via who do you think is my daily drip of memes?)
This is beautiful, in its simple, crass way.
Original script Big Numbers #3 →
Well, the script for the first eight pages of it, anyway. If you’ve ever wanted to see what an Alan Moore script looks like, this is invaluable.
“He’s always asking: ‘Is that new? I haven’t seen that before.’ It’s like, Why...”
– Michelle Obama perhaps gave the best quote ever last week to the IHT. (via rach)
“Stacks of unsold books and glum publishers stood for three days inside the...”
– Missed Connection: Christian Book Expo Attracts Few Customers - 3/23/2009 7:50:00 AM - Publishers Weekly …and, in the dept. of excellent word choices…
Grasping Reality with Both Hands: The Geithner... →
Brad DeLong once again explains stuff so it makes a lot more sense.
“Some people preferred my first period songs. Some, the second. Some, the...”
– Bob Dylan | Bob Dylan Talks About His New Record with Bill Flanagan - Page 3 —Oh, Bob. Don’t ever change.
Black and white and ALL OVER.
alexbalk:
Round and round this goes, with the people committed to saving newspapers demanding to know “If the old model is broken, what will work in its place?” To which the answer is: Nothing. Nothing will work. There is no general model for newspapers to replace the one the internet just broke.
Clay Shirky, being very very smart, as usual.
“Tested typefaces that are rock-solid reliable for print, web, or both.”
– Typefaces no one gets fired for using
Abstraction by Shintaro Kago - Totallycrap.com →
Creepy, gross, not at all suitable for work. Also brilliant and haunting. You’ve been warned. Thanks, Nadya.
Hatful! →
postpunk:
A musical comedy consisting of Smiths songs.
Our hero, William, is a young Aryan student type with suspect “nationalist” tendencies and a thing about anonymous rough trade. As the curtain rises, his head is sticking out of the back window of a car on a hillside desolate, and he is singing ecstatically (“This Charming Man”); a chorus of bicyclists joins in.
Brilliant.
Oh my God. I...
postpunk:
The Clean - Odditty
There’s a...
Saturday Morning Watchmen →
Oh. My. God. This is perfect.
