Rejoice, dear readers! There is an entire Tumblr devoted to cheesy book covers. I repeat: there is an entire Tumblr devoted to cheesy book covers. It is a glorious time waster full of delightfully bad Photoshop jobs and crudely executed artwork.
Allen Ginsberg’s Hand-Annotated Photos of the Beat Generation [courtesy of Flavorwire]
Truly fascinating.
Egon Schiele, Self-portrait, 1912 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
To learn more about the artist, and to see great examples of his work, head on over to the Egon Schiele Artsy page.
Self-Publishing’s Worst Covers [courtesy of Huff Post Books]
Be sure to come back and let me know which one you “like” best. My favourite?
You may have noticed that I slacked off on 2012’s Project 366. Earlier today, I posted entry #224. Never fear, I’ll power through until the series is finished. Or will I? Yes, and then some. After #366 is up, the series will continue under a different title. With 1000+ books (and rapidly growing) I have enough material to keep this baby rolling for years.
Remember this? Yeah, it is even bigger now.
Wacky advice that fits in the palm of your (husband’s) hand. Instagram.
What happens when you combine the poetry of Pablo Neruda with photographs of cats?
You are welcome.
Sylvia Plath Quote
Sylvia Plath reading Lady Lazarus.
“Illness is the most heeded of doctors: to goodness and wisdom we only make promises; pain we obey.”-Marcel Proust
I’ve been down since Thursday with what my husband calls The Crud, a hazy combination of the ‘flu, a bad cold, and general malaise. The bottom of my favourite tea canister is visible, the bag of cherry lozenges empty; work is piled high by the bed, and I am cranky. Sleep and reading have been my twin graces. I am almost ready to crawl back into the murmur and hum of the wider world. Almost. Right after I finish one more chapter each of four books and drain the amber liquid from my tea-cup.
Concrete beauty in the midst of delirium.
Concrete beauty in the midst of delirium.
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