“My aesthetic is that of the sniper on the roof.” ― Jean-Luc Godard
The Steadfast Tin Soldier illustrated by Marcia Brown (1953)
Albert Camus, football fan.
"You think I’m psycho don’t you, mama?"
No sexier psycho than Tex Perkins as a psycho. Happy Halloween.
"Yo me equivoqué y pagué, pero la pelota no se mancha" — Diego Maradona
Douglas Adams - The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. (via scifi-fantasy-horror)
'Sir,’ I said to the universe, ‘I exist.’
‘That,’ said the universe, ‘creates no sense of obligation in me whatsoever.’
Frank Gehry and Jeff Carter. Obviously. Of course.
Oh, and: in addition to various other prizes, the winner of last night’s Doug Loves Movies also received this.
Is that a Robot Werner Herzog???
Cal Worthington and his “dog Spot” in 1974. The Southern California legend of car sales died Sunday at 92.
When Worthington prepared to make his TV debut, he conceived an ad that teased his rivals while also poking fun at himself. But instead of man’s best friend, he chose a gorilla, which appeared on camera acting very undog-like while chained to the bumper of a car.
"Speak, Spot," Worthington told the beast. The gorilla roared, the audience howled. And "business about tripled" after the commercials began airing, he said.
Worthington “was a marketing and advertising genius,” said marketing consultant and teacher Larry Londre, who grew up in Los Angeles appreciating the circus flair of the commercials. “He created what you would call a unique selling proposition. Instead of selling cars he sold a personality.”
The Times obituary by Martin Miller and Elaine Woo has many more colorful stories, a photo gallery and a video that includes clips of Worthington’s famous commercials.
(Photo: Cal Worthington in a TV studio on Jan. 29, 1974. Credit: Marianna Diamos / Los Angeles Times file)
What women wander?
Not many. All. A few.
Most would, now & then,
& no wonder.
Some, and I’m one,
Wander sitting still.
My small grandmother
Bought from every peddler
Less for the ribbons and lace
Than for their scent
Of sleep where you will,
Walk out when you want, choose
Your bread and your company.
She warned me, “Have nothing to lose.”
She looked fragile but had
High blood, runner’s ankles,
Could endure, endure.
She loved her rooted garden, her
Grand children, her once
Wild once young man.
As best they can.
- by Marie Ponsot
"Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?”
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina