Robert Rauschenberg Self-Portrait (with live chicken)
It is one of those days. Thx Arte Moderne. continued...
It is one of those days. Thx Arte Moderne. continued...
From a page called “I fucking love science.” continued...
And now, only a day after F. Scott Fitzgerald’s birthday, we celebrate the birth date of another great American writer, William Faulkner. To celebrate, toss back a few mint juleps as we’re sure Faulkner himself would continued...
Happy birthday to Mr. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, who today would be celebrating his one hundred sixteenth birthday. Next time you’re in Washington, DC, pack up a few martinis and head to Rockville, MD, where you continued...
The sweetest beard of all time. continued...
I have always been a voracious reader. Even as a toddler, I would insist on my parents reading practically every book on the shelf before bedtime. I loved “reading” THE BERENSTAIN BEARS and LITTLE MISS CHATTERBOX continued...
Or: A Guide to Recognizing Your Literary Men. continued...
Who can we blame for the unforgivable publication of Corpsefucker, Carmen Adamucci’s debut novel scheduled for release this fall by Atticus Books? According to the jacket copy, Corpsefucker is “a tender, salacious ouevre in which continued...
My conclusion was that this idea was not a practical deterrent for reasons which at this moment must be all too obvious. We are the masters of our enemy, we are the saviors of my continued...