Everything I am is based on this ugly building on its lonely lawn — lit up during winter darkness; open in the slashing rain — which allowed a girl so poor she didn’t even own a purse to come in twice a day and experience actual magic: traveling through time, making contact with the dead — Dorothy Parker, Stella Gibbons, Charlotte Brontë, Spike Milligan.
A library in the middle of a community is a cross between an emergency exit, a life raft and a festival. They are cathedrals of the mind; hospitals of the soul; theme parks of the imagination. On a cold, rainy island, they are the only sheltered public spaces where you are not a consumer, but a citizen, instead. A human with a brain and a heart and a desire to be uplifted, rather than a customer with a credit card and an inchoate “need” for “stuff.” A mall — the shops — are places where your money makes the wealthy wealthier. But a library is where the wealthy’s taxes pay for you to become a little more extraordinary, instead. A satisfying reversal. A balancing of the power.
A library is such a potent symbol of a town’s values: each one closed down might as well be six thousand stickers plastered over every available surface, reading “WE CHOSE TO BECOME MORE STUPID AND DULL.”Caitlin Moran (via lovethewildswan)
Joey Ramone reads.
James Dean reads.
James Dean photographed by Richard C. Miller.
The Misfits go see Black Flag play live
Words cannot describe just how awesome this is
Lenny put on such a good show last night, 3 encores, and wore a neat anchor shaped bolo tie to boot.
360 spins, and slam dunk pointers
The funniest thing I’ve seen in a while! Weekend well spent.
Feeling tired and sick and full of aches. I think it would be for the best to lay on the couch and watch Wuthering Heights. Yes, I think so.