Friday, July 3, 2015
Epson WorkForce WF-7620
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Not with that portfolio.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Everybody is somebody at Bob Evans
— Bob Evans on the wall of a Bob Evans
Monday, June 29, 2015
Greece and Puerto Rico.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
The body isn’t round enough.
— Uncle John on a bug photo
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Desk, armoire, 1 desk chair, 3 other chairs, 2 bookshelves.
Friday, June 26, 2015
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Helene had lived in Overland Park for twenty-plus years, but it never took her very long to remind you she was from New York.
— The Kansas City Star Obituaries
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Much like the clown at the rodeo, Fox can keep the raging bull from stampeding a friend or family member. Fox can use silly tactics as a brilliant camouflage move. No one could guess the sly power behind such ingenious maneuvers.
— “Fox: Camouflage,” Medicine Cards
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
My generation is going to fade out not knowing what reality is.
Monday, June 22, 2015
A picture? Sure! I don’t mind. And if I do I’m lying.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
And they all started looking alike.
— Storyteller on emancipated sailors
Saturday, June 20, 2015
We could go into town. O! What a nice bird.
Friday, June 19, 2015
Thursday, June 18, 2015
If I were to reply sincerely to the question of which profession I would have liked to pursue, had I possessed enough vigor to lead a real life, I’d have to list, in this order: ladies’ hairdresser, ice cream vendor, bird and reptile taxidermist… What my three unrealized vocations have in common is a certain analogy with culture, of which they appear to be impermanent and degraded (or repressed) forms.
— César Aira, “The All That Plows Through The Nothing,” The Musical Brain
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
That falls under shit happens. You fly a jillion miles and land in a hole.
— Guy whose company makes satellite open things on Europe’s Rosetta
Monday, June 15, 2015
Sunday, June 14, 2015
This is not a single use area.
— Ferry driver