something funny

So I came across this in last month's Harpers, and felt the need to share....basically, a Judge wrote out a sentencing memo based entirely off of Beatles quotes. Not going to lie, this sounds like stellar short story material. Here it is in full:

“Mr. McCormack, you pled guilty to the charge of Burglary. To aid me in sentencing I review the pre-sentence investigation report. I read with interest the section containing Defendant’s statement. To the question of ‘Give your recommendation as to what you think the Court should do in this case’, you said, ‘Like the Beetles say Let It Be.' While I will not explore the epistemological or ontological overtones of your response, or even the syntactic of symbolic keys of your allusion, I will say Hey Jude, Do You Want to Know a Secret? The greatest band in rock history spelled their name B-e-a-t-l-e-s. I interpret the meaning of your response to suggest that there should be no consequences for your actions and I should Let it Be so you can live in Strawberry Fields Forever. Such reasoning is Here, There and Everywhere. It does not require a Magical Mystery Tour of interpretation to know The Word means leave it alone. I trust we can all Come Together on that meaning. If I were to overlook your actions and Let It Be, I would ignore that Day in the Life on April 21, 2006. Evidently, earlier that night you said to yourself I Feel Fine while drinking beer. Later, whether you wanted Money or were just trying to Act Naturally you became the Fool on the Hill on North 27th Street. As Mr. Moonlight at 1:30 a.m., you did not Think for Yourself but just focused on I, Me, Mine. Because you didn't ask for Help, Wait for Something else or listen to your conscience saying Honey Don't, the victim later that day was Fixing a Hole in the glass door you broke. After you stole the 18 pack of Old Milwaukee you decided it was time to Run For Your Life and Carry That Weight. But when the witness said Baby it's You, the police responded I'll Get You and you had to admit that You Really Got a Hold on Me. "You were not able to Get Back home because of the Chains they put on you. Although you hoped the police would say I Don't Want to Spoil the Party and We Can Work it Out, you were in Misery when they said you were a Bad Boy. When the police took you to jail, you experienced Something New as they said Hello Goodbye and you became a Nowhere Man. Later when you thought about what you did you may have said I'll Cry Instead. Now you’re saying Let it Be instead of I'm a Loser. As a result of your Hard Day's Night you are looking at a Ticket to Ride that Long and Winding Road to Deer Lodge. Hopefully you can say both now and When I'm 64 that I Should Have Known Better."

Bah Humbug

This is the truest expression of my current mood.

wishful thinking

Right now, Christie's has on the auction block a whole bunch of photographs from two of my faves, Walker Evans and Robert Frank. Most of the photographs are Frank's, but there are also eight pieces from Evans' New York City subway portraits up for grabs. I wish that auctions were more like raffles.

doppelgangin'

nesting instincts

Dash Snow is a notorious "artist" on the New York scene, who makes what are called "hamster nests." To quote New York Magazine, "to make a Hamster’s Nest, Snow [and company] shred up 30 to 50 phone books, yank around all the blankets and drapes, turn on the taps, take off their clothes, and do drugs—mushrooms, coke, ecstasy—until they feel like hamsters." This does not satisfy my definition of art in any sense of the word. My room right now, for instance, looks pretty post-apocolyptic, but I'm just calling it a mess.

oh dear

Feeling a little shaky, for reference see Sarajevo, ca. '92-'95

all the little bleaknesses

saw "control" last night. since when did industrial wastelands acquire such aesthetic appeal?

pizazz

I'm a little concerned that this blog is looking a little drab...so here is my solution: every time it starts to look a little sad, I'll post one of these suh-weet russian movie posters. Okay? Okay.

Icons?

I'm pretty mixed about the whole "style icons" question...I think that they are more or less for people who have little personality themselves, or don't really know how to create their own style. That said, there are a few people whose personalities, lifestyles, and/or appearance that I admire...although sometimes I suspect I'm really just responding to a specific photograph. Aaaannnyway ambiguities aside, I really like Joan Didion, Charlotte Rampling, and Susan Sontag

lumpy pillows

I really like quotidian studies, like these pillows by Durer, and these cigarettes by Penn.

If Only

I often wish my life was more like this. Maybe when I'm older?

at long last, hello

this is how i feel without you
please look closely at his face

Forelorn

Markets and street fairs are best enjoyed with the correct accessories: a large hat and a folding fan. Best friends also help. Pazzy I miss you!

wild thang

Apparently Peaches is coming out with her own version. Booo.

killing time

Instead of working, I spent some time perusing antique medical texts...this persian skeleton is great. Link.

my hero

Franklin McMahon is an illustrator from the 1950's, 60's, 70's and 80's. His stuff is super cool. Link.

I love old books

If I had the money and the time, I would collect books like this one. Is it wierd to say that I bet it smells amazing?

Inauguration Frustration

Starting a blog is hard to do. So here is the first post. A little pointless to explain, but this is basically our inspiration wall cum zine cum journal, to promote creative growth and forge a bond of reciprocal Nietzchiean furtherance that will defy our distant and difficult circumstances. :( :( :(