Next time you see some diva celeb referred to as a "survivor" because she lost some weight and revived an acting career, read this absolutely incredible story for some perspective. It's astonishing.
I can't believe there's a better daily photoblog on the internet than Sam Javanrouh's Daily Dose of Imagery. This dude's got an eye. Toronto never looked so interesting.
While listening to The Bug's awesome "London Zoo" album, browsing the liner notes and admiring the packaging, I noticed "Artwork by Fefe Talavera". So, of course I Googled the name and found a very cool Brazilian artist, who's produced some fabulous stuff. Echoes of Picasso, Basquiat and Miro.
Music's always opened doors for me. No exception here.
Bonus - the lyrics to "Hoover Dam", my favorite Bob Mould song.
Standing on the edge Of the hoover dam I’m on the centerline Right between two states of mind And if the wind from the traffic Should blow me away
From this altitude It will come back to you And do you know the time All that’s left of me is slight insanity What’s on the right I don’t know
If the mississippi should wash me away Down to new orleans Maybe someday in my dreams I’d wake feeling the sweat From the gulf in my mouth
On a carousel I can never tell My direction home Spinning down a hole I’m losing all control I’m down to the center of the earth
Covered up with lava and I feel fine It washes over me Keeps me feeling warm at night And if you’ve made a deal with The guy with the horns and the cape I’ll see you later later
Standing on the edge Of the hoover dam Standing on the edge Of the hoover dam I am
It's kind of like carving the turkey.
It's kind of like mowing the lawn.
Everything gets to this certain dimension, winds up on a customer's plate and then gone.