September 2011
24 posts
My favorite Amazon product review
“Monster Blood 2 is so good I read it 14 times”
— written by A Customer on December 13, 1997
One because 14 times is a lot of times to read a book and two because man, that is a fucking old review.
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“All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead...”
– —Larry McMurtry (via leyendecker)
I hate to be That Guy for a second, but this quote actually comes from a book of critical essays called Study Out The Land by a guy named T.K. Whipple. Regardless, I copied this quote by hand from my paperback copy of Lonesome Dove and taped up the slip of...
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“…down in Woolworth’s cellar we unpacked crockery from barrels so enormous that you could walk into them; we scooped out stale straw and threw it in the furnace. Or we loaded paper into the giant press and baled it. It was foul down there from the spoiled food and mustard cans, old candy, and the straw and paper. For lunch we went upstairs. Simon refused to take sandwiches from...
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The best work assignment
For the past two days, I’ve been cleaning and ranking sales records for barbecue places in Texas, and no other work I have done for this damn company has ever brought me as much pleasure. I’ve worked on BBQ places that have their own original theme music and BBQ places with incredible slogans (“Need No Teef To Eat My Beef”), the actual honest-to-gosh Ray’s Bar B Q...
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from Stephen Holden’s review of Tusk, in the December 13, 1979 issue of Rolling Stone.
“The wonder of Fleetwood Mac’s chemistry is that the casting of these two less-than-major talents [Stevie Nicks and Christine McVie] in pop music’s answer to Gone with the Wind elevates them to the stature of stormy rock & roll heroines — one compelled to reach for the stars, the...
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Unintentional (?) poetry found on the back of a...
Beautiful and beneficial,
the cardinal feeds on weed seeds
and injurious insects.
Line breaks from the original. Copyright date on the plate is 1974.
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I know this is nothing new
but my mother consistently outdoes herself in her letters and emails to me. The one I got today, enclosed with two issues of The New Yorker and a little E.B. White book roughly the size of a pita, ended with this:
“Not much news here. Just working daylight to dusk every day with little to show for it except this worn-out body and feeble mind. I hope you rise above your station someday and...
“When I walk in on Thursday nights its like a wet dream, hello silicon valley. There is never not one attractive female there. The girls that work there are smokin hott along with all classy sorority ****es. Its the place to be if you want to get the chicks and give them the licks… love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
via this gem of a website that a co-worker found while doing some pretty...
