There’s no shell script...

Mann’s advice can shade, occasionally, into Buddhist territory. “There’s no shell script, there’s no fancy pen, there’s no notebook or nap or Firefox extension or hack that’s gonna help you figure out why the fuck you’re here,” he tells me. “That’s on you. This makes me sound like one of those people who swindled the Beatles, but if you are having attention problems, the best way to deal with it is by admitting it and then saying, ‘From now on, I’m gonna be in the moment and more cognizant.’ I said not long ago, I think on Twitter—God, I quote myself a lot, what an asshole—that really all self-help is Buddhism with a service mark.

A Pool without Water?

I love this super vintage Hippy Chick photo of Debbie Harry:

Andy Warhol, Debbie Harry and an Amiga

Yet another link I saved and nearly forgot about:
SuperTouch:
Long before there were Steve Job’s flashy Mac World technology summits, prehistoric computer rival AMIGA staged a 1985 publicity event in which ANDY WARHOL created his first computer-generated portrait using a then wildly-futuristic digital camera and the Amiga’s pioneering graphic filters. Fittingly, the portrait subject was DEBBIE HARRY and the results weren’t too far off from his off-register silkscreen prints. From the looks of things, Andy was pretty satisfied with the results. In the end, however, Apple won the space race, as Andy never made the Amiga logo into an art piece…



we love you Debbie Harry!!

"Die young, Stay pretty."

Ain't Debbie Harry gorgeous?!

Every Punk boy's pin-up

punkmate of the month



Friedrich was born in the Swedish Pomeranian town of Greifswald, where he began his studies in art as a youth. Later, he studied in Copenhagen until 1798, before settling in Dresden. Friedrich's work brought him renown early in his career, and contemporaries such as the French sculptor David d'Angers (1788–1856) spoke of him as a man who had discovered "the tragedy of landscape". However, his work fell from favour during his later years, and he died in obscurity. By the 1920s his paintings had been discovered by the Expressionists, and in the 1930s and early 1940s Surrealists and Existentialists frequently drew ideas from his work.

Road Kill Depresses Me

On the way to the dog park I encountered a young skunk in the road. With such glossy fur, at first I thought he might be a cat and possibly still alive (I lost my favorite cat that way), but he was neither a cat or alive. He must have just been killed before we arrived though. I wanted to at least pull him off the road, but I had my dogs and he was pretty stinky.
On the way back from the dog park, all that was left was flattened and unrecognizable blood, guts and fur.

In more upbeat news, here's the belated h/t Wagga fishnet find I didn't get around to posting yesterday:
Rather tangentially Flowy reminded me of my fascination with Catherine Deneuve - she never looked as silly as most during the tasteless years.


The Heretofore Unmentioned #55

Sunday Bloody Sunday

http://www.creepmachine.com/art-of-the-day/aotd-fiddle-fatale-by-paul-chatem.html
Ze fiddle goes here.

More later.