All my sketchbooks have covers, some of them more successful than other. The discerning neurotic refuses to craft a cover for months at a time, hoping for that “a-ha!” moment where a great idea skitters across the Tranquility Seas of the frontal lobes, and gets out the rubber cement and goes to work, ultimately horrified and embarassed to lug the thing around a few more months with the monstrosity scrawled over the front.
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On Glory, the Wonders of Life, Aretha Louise Franklin, the Transcendence of Hope, and American Rocketry.
faked by gorjus Wednesday, January 21st, 2009
There is a time of day on Magazine Street in New Orleans during the winter when the sun shines just so, and it gleams through a bit of cut steel and it draws on a wall the image of a telephone, of a little piece of metal and plastic we use to touch each other when we’re too far away to holler. The phone only lasts for ten minutes, at best—barely long enough to notice, to try and stream some of that light through a little hole and by doing so mash some chemicals down on sticky paper so you can remember.