1. Classic “Writer” Hat Truly: “classic.” Because, finally, you can announce your theoretical avocation by owning and wearing the very same baseball cap worn by Plutarch, Ovid, Aristophanes, and Heraclitus.1 Seriously. If you’ve ever wrestled with the complex and often difficult process of discovery confronting anyone who wishes to write often and well, consider that you may have neglected to buy a fucking hat. As you know, Parmenides preferred to write while wearing the yellowed laurel of grapevines and olive branches that his father had fashioned for him as a toddler—positing that, like all matter, sartorial decisions are, by their nature, eternally unchangeable (viz. ὡς οὐκ ἐστίν). ↩

    Classic “Writer” Hat

    Truly: “classic.”

    Because, finally, you can announce your theoretical avocation by owning and wearing the very same baseball cap worn by Plutarch, Ovid, Aristophanes, and Heraclitus.1

    Seriously. If you’ve ever wrestled with the complex and often difficult process of discovery confronting anyone who wishes to write often and well, consider that you may have neglected to buy a fucking hat.

    1. As you know, Parmenides preferred to write while wearing the yellowed laurel of grapevines and olive branches that his father had fashioned for him as a toddler—positing that, like all matter, sartorial decisions are, by their nature, eternally unchangeable (viz. ὡς οὐκ ἐστίν). ↩

  2. Live right now with Mssrs. Benjamin and Veen.1 as of 2010-07-30_10-20-44, anyhow. ↩

    Live right now with Mssrs. Benjamin and Veen.1

    1. as of 2010-07-30_10-20-44, anyhow. ↩

  3. Sanity: Restored God bless you, Syphir. You’ve hidden all the pointy sticks someplace where they can’t get near my face—at least until I decide it’s time to start getting stabbed. [context]

    Sanity: Restored

    God bless you, Syphir. You’ve hidden all the pointy sticks someplace where they can’t get near my face—at least until I decide it’s time to start getting stabbed.

    [context]

  4. Our Jolly Park Troll | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

    Our Jolly Park Troll | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

  5. letterheady: Robot Salesmen Ltd, 1930s | Source

    letterheady:

    Robot Salesmen Ltd, 1930s | Source

  6. Regarding Lonelysandwich

    lonelysandwich

    The Pipeline #22: Adam Lisagor | 5by5

    Dan’s spanking new interview with Adam is a pure gem. Listen to it (mp3).

    If, for the past three years, you’ve been cryogenically frozen, doing time in that Midnight Express prison, or living inside a Tupperware bowl, you may not know Adam Lisagor. Of course, for any variety of reasons, since you’re seeing this thing you’re theoretically reading right now, the chances are good that you do know him and already enjoy one or more of the properties in his growing empire on a regular basis.

    If you do know Sandy, you already know he’s just the best. And, Dan’s wonderful, intimate, hilarious, and uncommonly insightful helicopter tour of the varied terrain of my friend’s complex topography is unmissable. Really. Listen to it. It’s good.

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  7. Buck Owens and His Buckaroos - “Before You Go” (1966)

    I believe I’d trade a nut or two to play guitar like Don Rich.

    Bakersfield Sound, bitches. Look. It. Up.

  8. Hank Williams - “Hey, Good Lookin’”

    Like maybe half a dozen of Hank Williams’s songs, I think this one’s just about perfect.

    I’m free and ready,
    So we can go steady.
    How’s about savin’ all your time for me?

    No more lookin’.
    I know I been tooken.
    How’s about keepin’ steady company?

    I’m gonna throw my datebook over the fence,
    And buy me one for five or ten cents.
    I’ll keep it ‘til it’s covered with age,
    ‘Cause I’m writin’ your name down on every page.

    Gold. Just ask Chairman Zimmerman:

    I became aware that in Hank’s recorded songs were the archetype rules of poetic songwriting. The architectural forms are like marble pillars and they had to be there. Even his words - all of the syllables are divided up so they make perfect mathematical sense. You can learn a lot about the structure of songwriting by listening to his records. — Bob Dylan

    Amen.