A Well Turned Phrase
its hazard lights bleating carmine auras into the morning mist.
David Shafer • Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
― Friedrich Nietzsche
SpaceX's flight test of its Starship spacecraft ended with a "rapid unscheduled disassembly."
I always like to say that Iranian cinema emerges out of a thousand years of poetry, and Canadian cinema emerges out of fifty years of discount furniture commercials,
— Matthew Rankin
That so much white-collar work is superfluous-verging-on-soul-killing has been an object of cultural interest for decades. In 1999, the movie Office Space depicted a group of disgruntled employees dragging their office printer into an open field and beating it to pieces with a baseball bat. In 2018, David Graeber’s book Bullshit Jobs finally put a
... See moreSaints always have a past and sinners always have a future.
— Oscar Wilde
The Company You Keep
Chicago is a collection of dreams flickering with hustle and quietude, an empty storefront with a line out the door. The exacting grid, western bound streets, the sun setting, and back-lit signs no longer saying a thing.
That famous triangle, “fast, cheap, good—pick two”, doesn't really apply here. In Chicago, we deliver all thr... See more
Chicago is a collection of dreams flickering with hustle and quietude, an empty storefront with a line out the door. The exacting grid, western bound streets, the sun setting, and back-lit signs no longer saying a thing.
That famous triangle, “fast, cheap, good—pick two”, doesn't really apply here. In Chicago, we deliver all thr... See more
The Company You Keep
View from a Venetian Window
“He went to the window and stared at the vines that had started their yearly pilgrimage up the inside of the fence around the house on the other side of the canal. As spring advanced, it would creep over the top of the fence and head down towards its real object, the water of the canal, only to stop ten centimetres above
... See moreThe sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
—William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)