The rhyme of sir Launcelot Bogle.
From The book of ballads, edited by Bon Gaultier (William Edmonstoune Aytoun and Sir Theodore Martin), and illustrated by Alfred Crowquill (Alfred Henry Forrester), John Leech, Richard Doyle, Edinburgh, London, 1870.
Yacht Racing Rules & Tactics.
Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, 1955.
look at this cop-hating suffragette kitty
(via Pappy’s Golden Age)
1991. The Coup’s first promo pic.
We were on Wax That Azz Records.
Photo by Auintard Henderson
Leo Tolstoy in the Hell. Fresco, 1883.
It’s a well-known story about complicated relations between Tolstoy and the Orthodox Church that ended up with excommunication of the writer. Though let me remind that Tolstoy died only in 1910 so the image of him sitting on the devil’s knees is a kind of dream of the Church.
Oh my. This is tremendous.
New Quik will always get my attention.
Ross is consistently getting more fun to listen to and blah blah blah.
But for real I spent his whole part (even though it had a Playa Fly reference!) imagining how Project Pat would sound on that beat. Was not disappointed.
Roddenberry believed there was no chest hair in the future. And that’s why Shatner had to be shaved by a studio barber when he was appearing topless (or mostly naked, as in “What Are Little Girls Made Of?”). Roddenberry believed in his ideal future, men would have “little or no body hair.” Shatner really did not want to be topless in the episode “Charley X,” because he hadn’t been working out and was self-conscious about his torso… but he was overruled.
That’s the Devil, most certainly.
Achille Devéria, from Légendes ballades et fabliaux vol. 2, by Pierre-Marie-François Baour-Lormian, Paris, 1829.
A zip file containing the six illustrations of the latest series can be downloaded at this link.
(Source: Bayerische Staatsbibliothek)
Writing a book in insane. It is very important that you try not to remember that. But sometimes it sneaks through—that pesky reality. Writing a book is a fucking ludicrous idea. All those pages? Are you kidding me? Every year I think, I’m going to quit. I can’t do this. They are going to find out I’m a fraud. It’s what happens next that’s important. Are you ready? Because this is the secret—the secret to being a writer, or at least making a living as one, and when you ask a question like “What’s your process?” that’s what you mean, right? You mean, “Tell me your trick.” Most writers make up some bullshit answer to that—like writing 500 words a day, or writing in bed, or leaving off in the middle of a sentence—but I am going to tell you the truth. Why? Because if you have read through this whole long rambling answer then you are serious about writing, you have passed the test. Here is the secret—and it’s not just true for me, it’s true for every single author since the beginning of time—the answer is: self-delusion. I’m serious. That’s the key to writing a book. Narcissism. Denial. Blind self-confidence. Whatever you want to call it. You have to make yourself believe that you can absolutely write a book. Ignore all signs to the contrary. People write books everyday—go to a library—there are SO many books! Are those assholes on the spines any different than you? No. They just convinced themselves that they were. They didn’t give up when they should have. Every day when you sit down to write, tell yourself that this is perfectly normal. You can totally write a book! It is amusing that you ever questioned yourself! Quiet the voices in your head—the ones that tell you to get a job or take a shower or learn how to use a semi-colon. You will get so much more work done.
Following writing advice can get tedious and misleading, but this is the fucking truth.
Famous Fantastic Mysteries, October, 1942