If I parse this London Review of Books article correctly, it's saying that reality is for those of us who lack the courage to inhabit our dreams. Or was that Philip K. Dick?
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At the bank yesterday, I saw a guy with a Pink Freud teeshirt. It actually took me a minute to get it, so, to show I did, I said, "And by the way, which one's Pink?" I got a blank look in response, so I assume he was a Freud, not Floyd, fan.
Over on Brian Eno's website, there's a hilarious teaser concerning conspiracies, relics, and the re-alignment of the, um, stars.
Andy Lechter's Shroom sounds like a trip and a half, but then I'm a mycophage.
Elephant dreams. I completely lack the words to describe this site. It's overwhelming—and worth upgrading to Flash Player 8 for the enhanced experience.
I remember — it must have been about five years ago — when Jonathan arrived in the office, fresh from a Home Entertainment Show and as happy as can be. He had finally discovered the secret for avoiding the show flu, despite the handshakes and late nights.
Something about swabbing the nostrils, he told me.
I didn't listen. What did I get for not listening? I got sick. This year, I'm a new man. I'm into listening. I'm into planning. I'm planning on not getting sick.
J-10 popped into my inbox over Memorial Day weekend. He advises:
Here's how to…
OMG! Aggie, Maggie, and Elmira Ross can do stuff Tex Avery couldn't even draw! And don't get me started on "Solid Potato Salad." Wha?
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