Truth Like The Dark

Seriously. I think this might be my desktop wallpaper for the rest of my life.

From BeaucoupKevin.

I’d move there. Seriously, she is a artistic genius, so beautiful inside and out. And look, she was beautiful even before she was Joni Mitchell:

Via: VideoSift

This is a video by Ira Glass, genius behind This American Life. For those woeful citizens amongst you who do not know TAL, it’s one of the greatest radio programs ever produced, and has recently made its way to TV. Do not hesitate, go get yourself some TAL, via download.

After you are hooked, and if you are interested in writing, you’ll want to watch the video above, and the later episodes: part II, part III, and part IV. You can’t ask for a better teacher of storytelling than Ira.

Very funny blog that puts new text on old illustrations.

I know it reflects some comic-book-based warping of my images of women, that I’ll have ot fight to my dying day, but I just love the art of Shane Glines.

(via Drawn)

via BoingBoing

Love Tom Bagshaw’s illustrations (via Drawn!)

Gotta remind myself to show this to my slightly gothic artist friend.

…because I can’t wait for this:

Via: VideoSift

If LA is America’s cosmetic face,
Washington its devious brain,
New York its jaded heart,
Boston its detached intellect,
Chicago its coursing gut,
then New Orleans,
New Orleans is its naughty package.

All things ecstatic and filthy pass
through the bottom,
the secret purpose where unexpected
germs and gametes are mixing still.

Kneed, we’ve feebly grasped
at our potent, exposed delicacy,
fragrant and stripped
of the shadowy mesh
that so titillated tourists.

For really poetic words of NOLA,
listen to (the sadly defeated-sounding) Andrea Codrescu,
or try on this past work of his:

Tourists come to New Orleans to get drunk, to get weird, and to get laid. They also come to eat and, some of them say, to dance and hear le jazz. They get that. And plenty more. Sometimes they get rolled and killed. Sometimes they get arrested for running a red light and put in jail with theives and killers. You can’t ask for anything better in America. To get all those thrills separately you’d have to go to Belfast, to Bangkok, to Haiti, to Paris, and you’d still have to come to New Orleans for the music.

Wurgh!! I get such a strongly disturbing Little Shop of Horrors vibe from these arty flower urinals blogged on Gizmodo today! Wurgh!!