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“People who need to possess the physical copy of a book, not merely an electronic version, believe that the objects themselves are sacred. Some people may find this attitude baffling, arguing that books are merely objects that take up space. This is true, but so are Prague and your kids and the Sistine Chapel. Think it through, bozos.” —
Joe Queenan on books.
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Poster: Edgar Wright’s THE WORLD’S END | Collider
The film has officially been greenlit by Universal.
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“Van Ness felt a gladness and wonder as he drove past the small isolated towns along U.S. 101 in Northern California, a certain interest, a yearning, because he sensed they were places a person could disappear into. They felt like little naps you might never wake up from - you might throw a tire and hike to a gas station and stumble unexpectedly onto the rest of your life, the people who would finally mean something to you, a woman, an immortal friend, a saving fellowship in the religion of some obscure church. But such a thing as a small detour into deep and permanent changes, at the time, anyway, that he was travelling down the coast from Seattle into Mendocino County, wasn’t even to be dreamt of in Van Ness’s world.” — Denis Johnson, Already Dead
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Sega Genesis classic!
“I think that one of these days you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there.” — J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via bookmania)
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Brain - exploded.
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Q: Why Save PBS?
A: PBS is America’s largest classroom, the nation’s largest stage for the arts and a trusted window to the world.
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“Go and find a job. Go and find a flat. Find somebody else. Put them in the flat. Make them stay. Get a toaster. Go to work. Get on the bus. Look at your boss. Say “fuck”! Sit down. Pick up the thing. Go blank. Scream internally and go home again. Listen to the radio. Turn to the other person. Think; “why, why did this happen?”. Go to bed. Lie awake, at night. Get up. Feel groggy. Put the things on. Your clothes, whatever they are called. Go out the door. In to work. Same thing. Same people again. It’s real. It is happening to you. Go home again! Sit. Radio. Dinner, mmm. Gardening. GARDENING. GARDENING! GARDENING! Death.” —
- Dylan Moran
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