30,000 feet above Arizona. What a weird and beautiful planet.
More like Person of the Decade.
(Source: lyssacurrent, via liamdryden)
Cattle ranchers on Tuesday found a wet, nearly naked man hiding from extreme weather in a guitar case near the town of Muskogee, cold but alive. The man claims he was walking from Gore to Checotah, a distance of over 25 miles, in order to meet a woman. The freezing conditions were not a surprise; the entire state has been on ice since last week. Nevertheless, he set off.
Along the way, he apparently got lost and fell through an icy pond, after which he stripped off his wet and freezing clothes. The man then realized that it can get pretty cold when you’re standing in an icy forest in nothing but a pair of soggy boxer shorts, so he logically decided to spend the night in his guitar case.
He was found the next morning by a couple tending their cattle. They called authorities and found the shed clothes, which by then had frozen solid. He was treated and released upon the world to make more questionable decisions.
Ahh, Oklahoma. (Naked Oklahoma Man Found Alive Inside Guitar Case via Gawker)
This is a very interesting story that fails to answer the most important question: Small man or large guitar case?
On W23rd Street, between 8th and 9th, you might see this cornerstone now built into a massive old pre-war apartment complex. But Clement Moore used to own all of Chelsea, the whole neighborhood, and it’s even named after his family estate. When the city decided to run 9th Avenue through what was then basically farmland in the early 1800s, Moore objected (he was a rich guy so he even objected to paying taxes to build roads, calling those taxes and roads an attempt to placate the poor and middle class). But eventually he carved up the estate into lots and sold it off. And he wrote ‘A Visit From St. Nicholas’, aka ‘The Night Before Christmas’.
So, Moore is gone, and his house is gone, too. But his poem is still recited and this one stone remains.
Clement Moore’s second most famous work, which I read in college, is a pamphlet attacking Thomas Jefferson’s deism called “Observations upon Certain Passages in Mr. Jefferson’s Notes on Virginia, Which Appear to Have a Tendency to Subvert Religion, and Establish a False Philosophy.”
Signing a few thousand bookplates for independent bookstores around the U.S.
wordfulwonderlous asked: John, what is your opinion on The Picture of Dorian Gray?
It never gets old.
Anonymous asked: John, how do you deal with your own mortality?
(via Victorian Star Trek Uniforms - Randommization)
Holy wow those uniforms are cool. (Reblogging to double Hank’s chance of seeing them, because this is a mash-up of his two favorite things.)
Another Better Book Title submission - “The Babysitters Club,” Ann M. Martin
Among the many things I really love about The Babysitters’ Club: It showed that young women could be excellent businesspeople, and that they could build organizations that were both values-oriented and profitable.
The BSC was my favorite book series as a kid, and those stories still influence the way I think about the world.