In the Mood for What
Quoted from Wong Kar-wai's In the Mood for Love, and chalked in a restroom at the Independent, Union Square.
See also: The Ocarina of Rhyme.
Photographed on Monday night, when dinner came with a solid Michael Jackson soundtrack.
i love u Celine and keep it going u are the best we all love you*
rich:
"opiate of the masses."
Jeez.
You should know that this blog is one of the first sites to come up in a search for the terms, "harvard square" and "crazy people" (I was seeking a couple specific crazies). While I may not have found what I was looking for, I am digging your blog.
this is gay
Wow!
Oh, you're quite right. I did not read the fine, italic print.
Icarus does not give me great confidence in their products.
rick:
i'm pretty sure that the propellant is icarus.
A couple are driving home in the dark when the car breaks down, the husband decided to walk to a petrol station for help that was a few miles back, so he locked all the doors,windows and boot. On his return there was a stranger in the car and his wife was dead,there was no damage to the car at all.what happened?????
Yeah I found this out the hard way. The people who work at the Library of Congress were none too nice about setting me straight. Most of the people that work there do not want to be bothered, I think. The people that registered me and got me my car (of which there were three) were super nice. But everyone else is either mean or indifferent. I shouldn't have even gotten the reader ID (which you supposedly need to even read anything at the LOC) because I've yet to be stopped and asked for it, even at the "researcher only" entrance! Weak.
Dear sushiesque - is there any way I can contact you offsite to ask for permission to use one of your photographs?
You can reach me at mirlac@yahoo.com
Thanks so much, and it's a terrific blog.
Still attracting the crazies, huh? It's nice to know some things never change.
Erin: I just wish I knew what I was up to.
Obo: Why are they on my doorstep?
obo:
They're fantasy sports league prizes.
Erin:
Clearly you are living a double life.
A man and woman go before a preacher in Pennsylvania to be married, but the preacher says,"I can't marry you two." Why?
perhaps we could meet up there for a (possibly very cold) picnic?
1. no; I was with my parents, and they had their own agenda.
2. I couldn't find it, but I didn't look too hard. I do hope it has not been felled.
bonus: there was an unusual quantity of big green snails clinging to little rocks in freakish clumps.
Awww, jealous-- I love Harkness. I rather want to go back there sometime soon. Two questions:
1. Did you go to Sarge's? I rather want to go back there, too. (It's where I bought my first Ace Doubles!)
2. Did you see the tree with the boob?
I wish you were around all the time so you could document my meals. Well, that and cuz you're awesome.
can you answer this?
You have a chicken, a fox, and a sack of cornfeed how do you get across with a boat that holds 2 things only t a time.
Well duh, the chickens are locked in there and then they fart all over each other and it gives them the special zest.
Heartbreaking.
Thanks! It was a good day.
Really nice sequence. Cool blog, too.
Alie:
what is the answer to this riddle:
most eyes are forced wide open by the dance
it's really confusing to me o.o
They call me a man but I'll never have a wife. I was given a body, but not a life.
They made me a mouth, but didnt give me breath. Water gives me life but the sun brings me death
What am I?
I cannot figure this riddle!
what can run but never walk what has a mouth but never talks what has a face but does not weep what has a bed but does not sleep
Mimi :
Here is the riddle. "When 1 door closes 9 open. When 9 close 1 opens. What is it?
mike:
there are 12 balls all look the same in all aspect, but one is different in weight. you are allowed to use a balance scale,not a weight measure. if you are allowed to use the scale one three times how do you find the different ball ?
can anyone help
Wow, gorgeous pics!
Lovely photos:)
That's sort of awesome. But now I am fascinated to know by what criteria they do decide what to keep.
As a youthful book-lover, it was my dream to visit the Library of Congress to read until my brain exploded.
I'm glad I've learned this many years later.
Quoted from Wong Kar-wai's In the Mood for Love, and chalked in a restroom at the Independent, Union Square.
See also: The Ocarina of Rhyme.
Photographed on Monday night, when dinner came with a solid Michael Jackson soundtrack.
The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum's courtyard is so lush and so cryptic. It's a rainless garden strewn with amphorae and fractured stone people and ominous birds among the flowers and the fuzzy trees. And right now, it's a bit more orange than usual.
See also: Harkness.
I've been enjoying this trove of vintage science & technology advertisements all day. Chess as long division, propellants as fallen angels, information as dandelions, "computence" as a word: all wonderful.
(Via Ministry of Type.)
I do not think that is the acronym that you want.
Society for Text and Discourse, cited as "STD."
I do not think that is a good name for your bus.
Peter Pan bus "Tiny Ball of Fire," competing with Fung Wah.
I do not think that is the sort of menace you wish to convey.
"Cedar Street Bears," tagging Ashmont Station, Dorchester.
"You look like that girl on that TV show."
"Which?"
"Betty. Something Betty."
"Ugly Betty?"
"Yeah, that's the name of the show. But it's a compliment."
"Thanks."
"You know you ain't ugly."
"Thanks."
Central Square, Thursday evening, outside Craigie On Main.
Found & purchased at the BPL book sale, a couple weeks ago—
"A fine of 10 cents will be charged for loss of this card."
"The reading unit may appear similar to a microfilm reader, but it must be equipped with a tape unit capable of receiving pictures from the central library, each picture representing one page. The unit must also be equipped with some means of sending signals to the central processing unit; for the sake of simplicity I shall visualize this device as a telephone dial." J.G. Kemeny, "A Library for 2000 A.D.," in Computers and the World of the Future (Cambridge, Mass.: MIT Press, 1962).
Arriving home from work last night, I found two trophies on my front porch.
The smaller one was a faux-gold baby, supine on a black base inscribed 2008 McGrath Memorial League Championship, and, in smaller, more deco-y type, Destro's Destroyers: Coach and GM John "McG" McGrath, and a score of some sort: Destros 130 Eggbeaters 72.
The larger one was bubblewrapped, and though I dared not unbubblewrap it, I could see that the middle of the thing looked a lot like a roll of toilet paper.
The obligatory Google search returned no results for "mcgrath memorial league."
Leaving for work this morning, I saw that the trophies were still there, naked baby peeping through freshly-fallen snow.
I would be grateful for any insights that my readership might offer.
We would like to thank the following—
Superman, for allowing the use his arctic headquarters as a punchbowl;
Kalista, for cherries, and chocolate, and That Frosting;
Brayden, for bringing his moustache;
Misty, for the fanciest (and most necessary) of water glasses;
Everyone present at Drink last night. (See check, below: Christine, et al. I feel like we coauthored something.)
Excerpted from a Monday morning email exchange.
Sushiesque: http://www.flickr.com/photos/sushiesque/3169939829/
I believe this says something about my neighborhood: it is a place where people own this sort of thing, and discard this sort of thing. it is a place of transition.
Marty-whom-I-do-not-know (via Martini-Corona): Please tell me you took it! It's a little odd though, because Endor *is* the moon, and supposedly no one knows what happened to the planet it used to orbit, as far as I recall. I don't think you ever see a moon in the sky orbiting Endor in the movie. It's very unclear whether or not the moon in that picture is supposed to be Endor, or if it's the planet that the artist is standing on. Anyway, you took it, right?
Dick Umbrage: Dude, tell Marty that the shot was taken from the arboretum of the Death Star. DUH.
Gabriel Mckee: You *did* pick this up, right?
Sushiesque: No. But I did say, aloud, "if Gabe lived near us, I would pick this up and leave it at his door and ring the doorbell and run away."
Also adapted for Bostonist.
Take the pit out of an olive and replace it with an anchovy. Put the olive into a lark, the lark into a quail, the quail into a partridge, the partridge into a pheasant. The pheasant in its turn disappears inside a turkey, and the turkey is stuffed into a suckling pig. Roasted... Read More, this will present the quintessence of the culinary art, the masterpiece of gastronomy. But don't make the mistake of serving it whole, just like that. The gourmand eats only the olive and the anchovy.
Alexandre Dumas, Le grande dictionnaire de cuisine, 1873. Quoted from abridged translation by Louis Colman (New York: Simon & Schuster, 1990).