certain things have to stop happening

I need to stop telling people to "Have a nice night" when it is 12:50 in the afternoon.

like a striped bee in one's bonnet

I was doing some research for the aptly-named "Shag Blog" when I came across this photo of a room contained within The Mark Hotel in Manhattan.

The image made me think of this…

…as well as how goddamn depressed I was when Patrick McGoohan died the year before last, two days after my birthday.

Made me think 'bout this too:

And this...

Please deliver me from this time period.

meine Liebe

WHY

Why?

space

When One made love to Zero, spheres embraced their arches and prime numbers caught their breath.

(clockwise, from the top: Leonard Baskin, Gustave Doré, Max Beckmann; Louise Nevelson, Odlion Redon; Rembrandt van Rijn, Anna Gaskell [I know....]; Max Ernst; Robert Rauschenberg, Franciszek Starowieyski, Ralph Steadman; Lovis Corinth, Paul Klee; R. Crumb, Francis Bacon; Giovanni Battista Piranesi)

Promote My Friend's Album!

P.S. I illustrated the cover. Angela Miles (www.carpediemconstruction.com) is responsible for the beautiful design and resplendent packaging.

rainbow pyre foofaraw

The Philadelphia Film festival will be commencing on the 14th of October. Marvelous! I'm excited to see the newest picture by Godard. And The Kings of Pastry. That too.

I'm at work, and something smells like it's burning. I think I'm imagining it. In an effort to distract myself and maintain something reminiscent of mental stability, I have voluntarily become mesmerized by the following visuals:

I discovered these images in the process of unearthing material for my store's blog (The aptly-named Shag Blog), which I am now semi-in-charge of updating. The things you will discover when you Google the titles of Jack Lemmon films are astounding.