“The American Cancer Society (ACS), founder of Thursday’s Great American Smokeout, continues to struggle with truth when telling smokers how most successful ex-smokers succeed. It does so while continuing to accept large financial contributions from companies selling approved quitting products.”—The Great American Quit Smoking Sham
“If I should die before I wake,
All my bone and sinew take:
Put them in the compost pile
To decompose a little while.
Sun, rain, and worms will have their way,
Reducing me to common clay.
All that I am will feed the trees
And little fishes in the seas.
When corn and radishes you munch,
You may be having me for lunch.
Then excrete me with a grin,
Chortling, “There goes Lee again!”
Twill be my happiest destiny
To die and live eternally.”—"In Dead Earnest" by Lee Hays, born 100 years ago today (March 14, 1914).
“I have a long driveway, but don’t own a snowblower, since it seems stupid to belong to a gym and do aerobic exercise there, to lift weights and run, only to shuck actual productive effort when nature serves up a manageable physical task to be performed now and again.”—Every goddamn day: 01/02/14: Snowfall
“The trouble with Twitter isn’t that it’s full of inanity and self-promoting jerks. The trouble is that it’s a solution to a problem that shouldn’t be solved. Eighty percent of the battle of writing involves keeping yourself in that cave: waiting out the loneliness and opacity and emptiness and frustration and bad sentences and dead ends and despair until the damn thing resolves into words. That kind of patience, a steady turning away from everything but the mind and the topic at hand, can only be accomplished by cultivating the habit of attention and a tolerance for solitude.”—How Twitter Hijacked My Mind – fantastic meditation by New York Magazine book critic Kathryn Schulz; bonus points for the Bukowski reference. (via explore-blog)
I was trying to remember which Neutral Milk Hotel song ends with a the sound of music box playing “Red Wing" (1907, Mills-Chattaway). Believe it or not, Google gave no relevant search results, so I went to On Avery Island and scanned songs until I found out it was “Where You’ll Find Me Now”.
“The majors have already announced that they are going to try to push “doinky-donk” music on us this year. By “doinky-donk” I mean the dance, rave and electronic music that dominates Europe… What they want to do over here is call it “electronica” and find a way to filter out all the subversive elements that made it such a perceived threat to people like the English government. It’s really just new age music for people who don’t want to admit that they have copped out and gone new age.”—
Krautrocksampler is one of those books I’ve been meaning to get around to for years: so the other week, when I looked on Amazon for a copy, I was shocked to discover that not only was it not in print, but second-hand copies were listing for over £50 (and there weren’t any copies at all on…
Just checked and Amazon US now has 4 Used from $798.99 (That’s £495.586). Apparently your post has caused a run on the remaining copies!
When you’re a company that’s been around as long as Yahoo, there are lots of fun things that you stumble across. This year, we found a huge list of domain names that the company has owned for quite some time.
As we discussed what to do with them, it became obvious that it was time to set them…
I’m sure Google will be interested in blogsport.com so they can catch all the people who misspell blogspot.
“A person within the United States may be reading a webpage that looks, and is, as American as apple pie. But that webpage can pull in dozens of unexpected sources—advertising companies, analytics services, and social networks, among others. If just one of those third parties is international, your browsing activity could be swept into the NSA’s dragnet.”—» The Web Is Flat Web Policy
The storyline for the nine-track album parallel’s Watt’s real-life January 2000 bout with a near-fatal infection in his perineum with one of his favorite pieces of literature, Dante’s The Divine Comedy.
Now how exactly do you become literally infected with a piece of literature?