- A cool guy I never knew: Martin Gardner
“I’ve lived mainly inside my brain.”
“I just play all the time, and am fortunate enough to get paid for it.”
- Forget about love triangles, this is a cluster fuck of literary interconnectedness.
- Here is a poem I found about how depressing it is to work in an office when you want to go outside and play:
Vanitas by Aseem Kaul
“I was looking at my work desk, with items as described in the poem.”
No skull on this desk.
No fruit gleaming like gemstones
or globe pregnant with distance –
imperial balloon revolving
between two fixed ends.
Only the dull incandescence
of the computer – unreflective,
self-contained – three stubs
in the jaw of the ashtray,
and a venti coffee cup
that proclaims Caution
Contents May Be Hot.
A life stilled, arranged:
poems too fleeting, days too
quick; two squares of light
on the wall like post-its,
reminding me that somewhere,
outside this frame,
children are laughing
in a timeless sunshine,
traffic is flowing, birds are at play.
Look out the window:
it’s a beautiful day.
- Penguin hardcover classics
My friend Leslie and I were drooling over these while browsing the bookstore a while back. I have to admit, I love what Penguin does with their classic book covers. They’re always coming up with new design ideas.Wouldn’t you love to have all of these all lined up and beautiful on your shelf? (My favorite is The Odyssey—I have a thing for wave motifs.)
Other Penguin covers that are awesome:
They should make posters. I would buy them.
- A fun idea: The Guardian looks for the most beautiful tweet.
- I love driving with the wind in my haircar.
- Stacked books = art
- Spam email subject lines = art
- Cardboard forts = AWESOME!
- La Honda is French for the Honda. (I want to go to this.)