30/11/2009
Really neat blog with a whole month’s worth of death-related Catholic art for November. A lot of Dance-of-Deaths but also weird stuff like this.
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25/11/2009
Journeying on, Raven was told of another place, where a man had everlasting spring of water. This man was named Petrel (Ganu’k). Raven wanted this water because there was none to drink in this world, but Petrel always slept by his spring, and he had a cover over it so as to keep it all to himself. Then Raven came in and said to him, “My brother-in-law, I have just come to see you. How are you?” He told Petrel of all kinds of things that were happening outside, trying to induce him to go out to look at them, but Petrel was too smart for him and refused.
When night came, Raven said, “I am going to sleep with you, brother-in-law.” So they went to bed, and toward morning Raven heard Petrel sleeping very soundly. Then he went outside, took some dog manure and put it around Petrel’s buttocks. When it was beginning to grow light, he said, “Wake up, wake up, wake up, brother in-law, you have defecated all over your clothes!” Petrel got up, looked at himself, and thought it was true, so he took his blankets and went outside. Then Raven went over to Petrel’s spring, took off the cover and began drinking. After he had drunk up almost all of the water, Petrel came in and saw him. Then Raven flew straight up, crying “Ga.”
„Tlingit: Raven, the Tlingit Creation Story
I think that may be the best fairy-tale trick I’ve ever read.
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24/11/2009
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21/11/2009
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16/11/2009
Kirk Freudenburg, Satires of Rome: Threatening Poses from Lucilius to Juvenal
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14/11/2009
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09/11/2009
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03/11/2009
A few minutes later, Casablancas picks up his beer, downs three quarters of the bottle in one gulp, slams it to the table, stands up and walks to the video game, Golden Tee. He addresses the bar. “Anyone want to play Golden Tee?” he slurs. No one responds.
Four minutes later, he returns to the table. “Never play Golden Tee when you’re drunk,” he advises.
Then he sits in my lap, kisses me seven times on the neck, and makes three lunges for my lips, connecting once. Before I can wipe dry, he is out the door, rolling himself home in a discarded wheelchair he finds abandoned outside. The next night, I meet Casablancas at the Gramercy Diner. He has promised to behave. His eyes are glazed over from lack of sleep. “I very often have night terrors,” Casablancas says. “I’ve died in my sleep 23 different ways.” He aplogises for his behaviour yesterday. He was drunk.
„Neil Strauss spends seven days with the Strokes
Old interview but that section is pretty classic.
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28/10/2009
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26/10/2009
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