If he became convinced tomorrow that coming out for cannibalism would get him the votes he surely needs, he would begin fattening a missionary in the White House backyard come Wednesday.
Tuesday, 8 April 2008
My new favorite album doesn’t exist. From my maritime shipping consultant I discover the delightful formula for making album covers posited by theoretical drink mixer Fish-Fish McCarlsteinfreud.
And the back cover with song list.
Any designer who cares should treat this as an exercise to be completed once a month. We’ll see if I care.
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Some Cranes saw a farmer plowing a large field. When the work of plowing was done, they patiently watched him sow the seed. It was their feast, they thought.
So, as soon as the Farmer had finished planting and had gone home, down they flew to the field, and began to eat as fast as they could.
The Farmer, of course, knew the Cranes and their ways. He had had experience with such birds before. He soon returned to the field with a sling. But he did not bring any stones with him. He expected to scare the Cranes just by swinging the sling in the air, and shouting loudly at them.
At first the Cranes flew away in great terror. But they soon began to see that none of them ever got hurt. They did not even hear the noise of stones whizzing through the air, and as for words, they would kill nobody. At last they paid no attention whatever to the Farmer.
The Farmer saw that he would have to take other measures. He wanted to save at least some of his grain. So he loaded his sling with stones and killed several of the Cranes. This had the effect the Farmer wanted, for from that day the Cranes visited his field no more.
Take that, subspace.
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Re: Bit Rot — Into the Void
I’m gonna comment on this myself.
I had no idea there were so many out there making interesting visual art. So many that by selecting at random—from the “interesting” stream admittedly—you can find work as strong as half of the shite they push in art history classes. Cheers, y’all.
By A is A on 9 April 2008 · 23:28