Friday, April 23, 2010
This image (which I snapped along Dexter Avenue) makes me think of a hot summer day on the Mediterranean Sea. Maybe I've seen too many art house movies but I imagine glamorous overtanned socialites mingle just out of camera range. There's a half-empty champagne flute with a single floating cigarette butt. Smeared coral lipstick. The air bears the alcoholic tang of hair gel, and oleander, with a pungent edge of canal, because the sea is filthy as well as beautiful and there's no use denying that it can be both.
Check out this don hertzfeldt contribution to The Simpsons couch gag. I can't stop watching. Check out more of his work here .
Ever wondered what it takes to get a piece of fiction published? I'm not talking New Yorker type of prose. That's a rarefied world ...
Check out my new video, a brief reading from a story published this past spring in Opossum.
Today's soundtrack: I'm not familiar with Bobrisky but I love east African beats and this beat is sweet. For context, read Oka...