The essence of the discipline is the comprehension of the underlying reasons for a thing's absurdity
I have just discovered the worst cough drops in the world. They taste exactly like bath salts. Now I need new cough drops.
Google Blog Search is the devil's playground.
Pace Ernest Thesiger, I think this is my new favorite image: Louis Daguerre's "Boulevard du Temple" (1838 / 1839). It looks so much less like the early photograph it is than some silver-etched Boschian take on Paris, with ghosts and deserted streets and the buildings blurring off into the sky . . .

palecast, this is Paradys.
Google Blog Search is the devil's playground.
Pace Ernest Thesiger, I think this is my new favorite image: Louis Daguerre's "Boulevard du Temple" (1838 / 1839). It looks so much less like the early photograph it is than some silver-etched Boschian take on Paris, with ghosts and deserted streets and the buildings blurring off into the sky . . .

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Nine
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I will have to. If I can do this city justice.
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"The places of the night they trod were filigreed with weirdness . . ."
—Tanith Lee, The Book of the Dead (1991)
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I hadn't even thought of that—yes.
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And nothing quite casts the right shadows.
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And I love your subject line.
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I didn't know you drew. That's wonderful. I'd love to see what this picture looks like through your hands.
And I love your subject line.
I don't love Foucault's Pendulum, but I love the School of Comparative Irrelevance.
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Go for it!
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I want to know how it looked to people at the time—or if it's only in retrospect, when we expect photographs to be exact and realistic, that it looks so fantastic and beautiful.
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May I steal this sometime?