There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we learn and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life. But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills ( Read more... )

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Gore Vidal. Some of my earliest childhood memories are of staring at my father's copies of Sex, Death, and Money and Julian in our living room bookshelf. Later, those books helped shape the woman I became. RIP.

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Quick ramble about a dream I had last night. I’m scrambling to not forget it. Ignore my grammar; trying to spill this out as swiftly as possible so I don’t lose it ( Read more... )

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Like many other kids of the 70's, my first introduction to Edward Gorey came by way of PBS' Mystery! I wasn't much into mysteries at the time, but I loved the intro so much that whenever my parents were about to watch the show, my mom and dad would call me into the room so I could watch the Gorey opening sequence with them ( Read more... )

As I told my friend Meghan, it would do my heart some good if all the cowboys out there would shut the fuck up. The self-congratulatory, faux-messiah, would-be hero bullshit is truly insulting to real human beings who were really there and who are really fucking suffering. Your Wyatt Earp nonsense diminishes legitimate grief and pain ( Read more... )

So, I keep seeing people go on and on about how if other people in the theatre had been packing, the tragedy in Colorado could be averted ( Read more... )