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IN THE LONG RUN This is a race where everyone ends up in a tie, sorta

Caring is
the only daring Oh you know it
In the 1970s, artist G. C. Haymes sent approximately 500 letters to high profile people as part of a project entitled Skymail. Enclosed alongside the letters were return postcards, upon which the recipients were asked to DESCRIBE THE SKY. Above, the original letter; here, two [of the 28] replies Haymes received - written by authors Isaac Asimov and [an excellently prickly] Jerzy Kosinski. [from Letters of Note, via Katija - see also Linda, Sherry, and Mickey’s letter to Eisenhower about Elvis: whatever you do, don’t touch his hair!]

In the 1970s, artist G. C. Haymes sent approximately 500 letters to high profile people as part of a project entitled Skymail. Enclosed alongside the letters were return postcards, upon which the recipients were asked to DESCRIBE THE SKY. Above, the original letter; here, two [of the 28] replies Haymes received - written by authors Isaac Asimov and [an excellently prickly] Jerzy Kosinski. [from Letters of Note, via Katija - see also Linda, Sherry, and Mickey’s letter to Eisenhower about Elvis: whatever you do, don’t touch his hair!]

tothemaxxx:

dietcock:

STEVIE WONDER PLAYING THE DRUMS

Epigraphs at HTMLGIANT: Whatever whoever thinks of its merits as a novel, I think Danielewski’s opener to his House of Leaves is pretty neat: “This is not for you.”

Here’s a page from Wilfried Hou Je Bek’s translation of parts of the ancient Sumerian Epic of Gilgamesh into the pictograms used by ape researchers.

Here’s a page from Wilfried Hou Je Bek’s translation of parts of the ancient Sumerian Epic of Gilgamesh into the pictograms used by ape researchers.

loveallthis:

Inspired by jeannr, I flowcharted the Beatles classic, ‘Hey Jude.’

loveallthis:

Inspired by jeannr, I flowcharted the Beatles classic, ‘Hey Jude.’

111. Goethe also worries about colors and pain, though his reports sound more like installments from the battlefield: “Every decided colour does a certain violence to the eye and forces the organ to opposition.” Instantly I recognize this phenomenon to be true from my years of working in a bright orange restaurant. I worked in this restaurant for ten-hour shifts, from 4pm to 2am, sometimes later. The restaurant was incredibly orange. In fact everyone in town called it “the orange restaurant.” Yet every time I came home from work and passed out in my smoke-drenched clothes, my feet propped up on the wall, the dining room reappeared in my dreams as pale blue. For quite some time I thought this was luck, or wish fulfillment — naturally my dreams would convert everything to blue, because of my love for the color. But now I realize that it was more likely the result of spending ten hours or more staring at saturated orange, blue’s spectral opposite. This is a simple story, but it spooks me, insofar as it reminds me that the eye is simply a recorder, with or without our will. Perhaps the same could be said of the heart. But whether there is a violence at work here remains undecided.

- Maggie Nelson, Bluets

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copycats:

C Is For Cookie remixed by Larry Levan
originally by Cookie Monster

via postpunk: Egg City Radio recently posted some Sesame Street disco LPs, and I was quite pleased to find a remix by Paradise Garage legend Larry Levan. (Granted, “Me Lost Me Cookie At The Disco” is equally wonderful.)