December 2010
56 posts
“People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.”
– Bob Dylan (via littlemiss)
Don’t they just….
Dissecting Hannibal ... Annotations to the book by... →
Because what’s Christmas without Hannibal Lecter?
posted by HPK
“I went out to the kitchen to make coffee — yards of coffee. Rich, strong,...”
– Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye
100 Cups of Coffee: Dean’s Beans
“Expect less. Not zero, just less.”
– Douglas Coupland – A radical pessimist’s guide to the next 10 years - The Globe and Mail
Make sure to read the rest of this somewhat dour, yet increasingly true, guide.
re-posted by HPK
Streit's Matzos - The Kosher Grocer since 1925 →
Lost City: Lost City's Guide to Woodside →
ABOUT: Residents of Woodside, Queens, love where they live. They crow about the sense of community, the safeness, the good schools, etc. To the uninitiated, though, you have to squint a bit to see the charm. Woodside is notably lacking in green spaces or grand structures, and the housing stock is so ramshackle and just plain ugly, it could make Williamsburg look good. (Admit it:...
THEORY: Bill Evans on the Creative Process and... →
ABOUT: Evans was normally a quiet sort of person, and didn’t speak a lot about his work. But he had studied to be a teacher, and his brother who was also a teacher convinced him to sit down and address the fundamental principles of his work.
posted by HPK
Interview: Laurie Verchomin JazzWax →
ABOUT: From May 1979 to September 1980, Laurie Verchomin was pianist Bill Evans’ lover. After their meeting in Edmonton, Canada, in April 1979, Laurie and Bill struck up a letter-writing relationship that led rapidly to romance. Within a month and a half, Laurie, who was 22 years old at the time, visited Evans in New York. Over the 10 months that followed, she visited him in several...
WatchSondheim. Colbert.
Fuck YEAH!!!
posted by HPK
Philip Larkin - Church Going
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff Up at the holy end; the small neat organ; And a tense, musty, unignorable silence, Brewed God knows how long. Hatless, I take off My cycle-clips in awkward reverence, Move forward,...
WatchThis Window: Close It - Siphon Coffee (by Ian Collins) This is Ian’s…
Yama Tabletop Syphon-3 Cup - Northwest Glass... →
Completely impractical.
And not at ALL the point of the thing!
posted by HPK
Amazon.com : Omnivoracious Podcast: Stephen... →
Okay - I won’t say the interviewer was no good… But, she was not prepared. It’s really interesting to hear Steve talk, illuminating the flaws in her questions….
posted by HPK
