— Paul Bowles - The Sheltering Sky (via bigroundtable)
“‘Before I was twenty, I mean, I used to think that life was a thing that kept gaining impetus. It would get richer and deeper each year. You kept learning more, getting wiser, having more insight, going further into the truth—’ She hesitated.
Port laughed abruptly. ‘And now you know it’s not like that. Right? It’s more like smoking a cigarette. The first few puffs it tastes wonderful, and you don’t even think of its ever being used up. Then you begin taking it for granted. Suddenly you realize it’s nearly burned down to the end. And then’s when you’re conscious of the bitter taste.’”"
— Paul Bowles; The Sheltering Sky
Franklin Street, March 3, 2012 - 8:55 and 9:05
Last night I officially checked off “Storm Franklin Street” from my bucket list.
My hallmates and I lead the charge.
HELL YEAH HEMINGWAY
(Source: , via explore-blog)
Here, for your viewing pleasure, is part 1 of Yuletide Yingtime, wherein Lucky Peach Editor in Chief Chris Ying comes out of the pine-scented closet about his deep, mature, and sensual love for Christmas. It is non-denominational, set in Sweden, and schmaltzier than dinner at Sammy’s Roumanian.
Ying made it with his buddy Ira Chute of Dark Rye. Please fire up a glass of mulled wine, get cozy in your reindeer slippers, and enjoy.
chris ying loves christmas.
Very cool, very cool
Composer and writer Paul Bowles, lying in bed with his paper and pen.
Photo by Jerry Cooke
Such a cool guy
Ike & Tina Turner - Bold Soul Sister
This groove is fucking fresh
Oaked Aged Yeti Imperial stout from Great Divide. Fan fucking tastic.
I think I’ve finally postulated an accurate description of my philosophy towards life:
Have little cares, but care for many.
I like it.