Thursday, January 9, 2014
Poetry or carpentry, history or hats.
— Tom Branson, “Episode One,” Downton Abbey
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Ladies and gentlemen.
— “Funny Bear Pole Dancing,” YouTube
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Ikkyu wrote that a solitary tune by a
fisherman is an invaluable treasure I know nothing
I will live for a short time
I catch all I can
I sing while I do it
fisherman is an invaluable treasure I know nothing
I will live for a short time
I catch all I can
I sing while I do it
— Maxon
Monday, January 6, 2014
I’d be sad if your twin died.
— Kristin
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Go learn something.
— NJ transit conductor
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Wimsy-pop.
— Cynthia’s bowling name
Friday, January 3, 2014
That is the thing about nature: there is so much of it.
— Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham, Downton Abbey
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Today was 54 billionths of a second longer than yesterday.
— Robert Krulwich, “The Times They Are a-Changin’,” Radiolab
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Ulysses.
— Inside Llewyn Davis
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Stephen Hawking talking dirty.
— Cards Against Humanity
Monday, December 30, 2013
And just stay there till it’s over.
— Mary Bronner, “Diagnosis,” Radiolab
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Was a kind of grand experiment: novel and momentous, sometimes heady, other times unsettling, but unlikely to be repeated.
— Michael Barbaro and Kitty Bennett, “Cost of Being Mayor? $650 Million, if He’s Rich,” The New York Times
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Of course my history goes back a lot farther than yours.
— Dr. Charles “Chic” Shaver
Friday, December 27, 2013
I’m a fuckin Viet Cong!
— Irving Rosenfeld, American Hustle
Thursday, December 26, 2013
These may be, in the present phase of American civilization, distinctions without a meaningful difference behind them.
— A. O. Scott, “When Greed Was Good (and Fun),” The New York Times
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
WWII’s not winning itself.
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013
You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes.
— First Aid Kit, “When I Grow Up”
Monday, December 23, 2013
Even if we knew where he was every minute of his waking life, would that tell us who he is?
— Errol Morris, Believing Is Seeing
Sunday, December 22, 2013
I once tried to come up with a definition of art. Always a risky enterprise. But the best I could come up with was: create an arbitrary set of rules, and then follow them slavishly.
— Errol Morris, Believing Is Seeing
Saturday, December 21, 2013
The snails, oddly enough, made me feel connected to history.
— Errol Morris, Believing Is Seeing