Friday, December 13, 2013
Like Jonny Quest and Hadji!
— Myron, Jingle All The Way
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Pretty freakin cool.
— John Hunter
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
And that is a profound difference between the sciences and the arts.
— Alan Lightman, “Yellow Fluff and Other Curious Encounters,” Radiolab
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Art is a proposition.
— Joe Scanlan
Monday, December 9, 2013
I’m now the proud owner of a jigsaw.
— Jessie
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Toe to toe.
— alt-J, “Breezeblocks”
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Turn it up? That’s such a dad thing.
— Jose
Friday, December 6, 2013
There’s a human soul trapped in my couch.
— Nick
Thursday, December 5, 2013
He kept saying things like, ‘You’ve got to paint me on the jump.’
— Harold Holzer, “The Interminable, Everlasting Lincolns (Part 1)”
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
And what’s amazing — when Lincoln was standing there, there were light waves shooting out at 186,000 miles per second, hitting that collodion plate — that emulsion was made directly from him. I mean, that’s incredible.
— Keya Morgan, “The Interminable, Everlasting Lincolns (Part 2)”
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
And just listen to yourself, as usual, as you speak.
— Paul Muldoon
Monday, December 2, 2013
Good architecture should always be applauded.
— Kracklite, The Belly of an Architect
Sunday, December 1, 2013
White must be whiter than white, and to achieve that, colour must be added.
— David Batchelor, Chromophobia
Saturday, November 30, 2013
How’s that bricklayin’ comin’?
— The Head And The Heart, “Lost in My Mind”
Friday, November 29, 2013
to accept
the becoming
thought
the becoming
thought
— A.R. Ammons, “Corsons Inlet”
Thursday, November 28, 2013
When my big toe hits the roof of my shoe I’m used to it. If it missed anyone, it misses the dog.
— GHB
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Still speak to us 100 years later. We’re moved by them, we’re, we’re stirred by them, we see pictures of our own life, and our own loves, in them. Human life isn’t meaningless because it ends.
— Adam Gopnik, “Darwinvaganza,” Radiolab
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
There’s no writing it down. There’s no putting it into order. Memory is part of a social group.
— Christine Boyer
Monday, November 25, 2013
Nothing distinguishes memories from ordinary moments.
— La Jetée
Sunday, November 24, 2013
If there is no such thing as the cosmic point of view, the idea of absolute importance in the scheme of things is an illusion, a relic of a world not yet thoroughly disenchanted, and there is no other point of view except ours in which our activities can have or lack a significance.
— Bernard Williams, The Human Prejudice