In Ersilia, to establish the relationships that sustain the city's life, the inhabitants stretch srtings from the corners fo the houses, white or black or gray or black-and-white according to whether they mark a relationship of blood, of trade, authority, agency. When the strings become so numerous that you can no longer pass among them, the inhabitants leave: the houses are dismantled; only the strings and their supports remain.
-Italo Calvino (Invisible Cities)
Music
Spreading herself onto the caravan's floor, she presses her cheek against the floorboards, her paddles resting like two loyal dogs on either side of her face. She instructs her ear to pay strict attention. But as Charlotte sways beside her, the bow seesawing furiously, Madeline finds that it is not her ear but her very body that is being exercised. The song rises up through her limbs, her heart, her stomach, like heat from a flat and sun-soaked rock, and deep within her something begins to reverberate, as if her own hidden strings have been set aquiver. There is only one emotion she feels, not the fury, no pathos, no longing. Just a wild tumult inside her. -Sarah Shun-lien Bynum (Madeline is Sleeping)
Television
You don't believe in the God you want to, and I won't believe in the God I want to. Is that a deal? -Joseph Heller (Catch-22)
Heroes
In her pink fleshings, her breastbone stuck out like the prow of a ship; the Iron Maiden cantilevered her bosom whilst pairing down her waist to almost nothing, so she looked as if she might snap in two at any careless movement. The leotard was adorned with a spangle of sequins on her crotch and nipples, nothing else. Her hair was hidden away under the dyed plumes that added a good eighteen inches to her already immense height. On her back she bore an airy burden of furled plumage as gaudy as that of a Brazilian cockatoo. On her red mouth there was an artificial smile. -Angela Carter (Nights at the Circus)
Who I'd like to meet: So they shook hands, and then the Knight rode slowly away into the forest. "It won't take long to see him off, I expect," Alice said to herself, as she stood watching him. "There he goes! Right on his head as usual! However, he gets on again pretty easily - that comes of having so many things hung round the horse - " So she went on talking to herself, as she watched the horse walking leisurely along the road, and the Knight tumbling off, first on one side and then on the other. After the fourth or fifth tumble he reached the turn, and then she waved her handkerchief to him, and waited till he was out of sight. -Lewis Carroll (Alice Through the Looking-Glass)
This may be the stupidest thing i've ever done. But I don't care! I need a wedding guest! Tell your friends to join in on the fun! AND MAYBE EVEN WIN!!!
Hey, happy belated birthday! And sorry, but I can't make it down on the 7th for the closing. I'm celebrating my friend's birthday. Hope you have a great turnout and no gas leaks!
Bummer the PC had a gas leak, huh? I was all pumped for the show, as I'm sure you were too. Well, Lisa and I will be in the city tomorrow, so I hope to stop by to see the show.
