My First Story

A man woke up and realized something was wrong.

He talked it over with his best friend, and they came to the conclusion that the world and people were imperfect.

Upon finishing the conversation, the man said to his friend, "You know, Fred, if we solved this, we could make a lot of money"

Hymns

"I'm not actually a Christian with a capital C. I'm still asking questions. But I had this time when I found myself singing all these old hymns in my kitchen and I couldn't work out why I was doing it. Then one Sunday morning I got up, looked at my watch, and thought, 'I wonder if I could make it to a church service?' It was so welcoming. It just felt like you were coming home. Twelve years later, I've never left."

-Stuart Murdoch

Can't get enough.

This song is so damn good...





Inspired me to go look for news on the infamous rapper and, to my sweet surprise, discovered a live performance of one of his new song that samples Billy Joel's Movin' Out!

Bolano, you have revived literature for me, however briefly.

"For a while, Criticism travels side by side with the Work, then Criticism vanishes and it's the Readers who keep pace.  The journey may be long or short.  Then the Readers die one by one and the Work continues on alone, although a new Criticism and new Readers gradually fall into step with it along its path.  Then Criticism dies again and the Readers die again and the Work passes over a trail of bones on its journey toward solitude.  To come near the work, to sail in her wake, is a sign of certain death, but new Criticism and new Readers approach her tirelessly and relentlessly and are devoured by time and speed.  Finally the Work journeys irremediably alone in the Great Vastness.  And one day the Work dies, as all things must die and come to an end: the Sun and the Earth and the Solar System and the Galaxy and the farthest reaches of man's memory.  Everything that begins as comedy end as tragedy."

Gold from Robert Bolano's Savage Detectives.