She got her cigarettes out and lit one and turned her face and blew smoke out into the room. Bell watched her. How do you think this is goin to end? he said.
I dont know. I dont know how nothing is goin end. Do you?
I know how it aint.
Like livin happily ever after?
Somthin like that.
-- Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men
George Orwell still matters.
The closest thing to a rock star in graphic design.
When you catch him, he'll be wearing a double breasted suit.
Chandler, the mooning romantic.
Wallace's would-be assassin free.
Rudy G. and religion.
Sullivan, Obama, and possibility of passing the Boomers.
Sportswriters son tries to make it make sense.
Obama orders ice cream.
Babies crush theories part 3.
'I said we'd never know that.'
'I learn that I like to read about crystal meth addiction on the Internet.'
'From the kitchen, my wife asks me if I want a sandwich and I say that I do, but I beg her not to use mayonnaise or bacon. My words feel more profound when I’m standing on a desk.'
'That’s when I stopped swinging long enough to look up see what an atheist father looked like, and he looked the same.'
Plain speaking gets harder with global English.
The durability of the snuff film legend.
Zizek: Resistance is surrender (seize power).
Future of boxing writing.