"Leave the atoms and come to the earth."
"My favorite thing from my undergrad classes has been learning about quantum mechanics."
“There better be some torn leggings, bruised thighs, and tattered cowboy boots under that blanket, or we are out of here.”
"She divorced the guy who made The Passion of the Christ on Good Friday? I hope she learned the secret of his seven herbs and spices because he's definitely not telling her now. The Colonel holds no quarter for blasphemers!"
The son of the poets Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath has taken his own life, 46 years after his mother gassed herself while he slept.
Nicholas Hughes hanged himself at his home in Alaska after battling against depression for some time, his sister Frieda said yesterday.
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Plath’s friend, the poet and critic Al Alvarez, once said: “I would love to think that the culture’s fascination is because Plath is a great and major poet, which she is. But it wouldn’t be true. It is because people are wildly interested in scandal and gossip.”
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A family friend said last night: “Nick wasn’t just the baby son of Plath and Hughes and it would be wrong to think of him as some kind of inevitably tragic figure. He was a man who reached his mid-forties, an adventurous marine biologist with a distinguished academic career behind him and a host of friends and achievements in his own right. That is the man who is mourned by those who knew him.”
"Tobias R. Jones, "Toby", [sic] grew up idolizing his favorite hood rapper Pokey Da Hot Spitta. He followed his idol's life and gained employment as a Street Pharmaceutical Sales Rep [ed's note: drug dealer] in 2003. Toby held on to that job for a year before he saw his Distribution Manager [ed's note: oh, sure] get shot. Toby realized that the street life was not for him."
If David Mamet didn't write the profane, wiretapped dialogue for the Illinois governor's attempt to sell Obama's Senate seat, he should have. A play in one act.
It's probably funniest if you're a theatre person who lives in Illinois, which I am, but I think it transcends even those parameters. If nothing else, you can marvel at how the residents of my adopted state could have elected a public official who has the mouth of a pirate.
Also, this brings up a Sophie's choice for me, in that if both Blago and Mamet were on fire on the side of the road, I'd have a hard time deciding which to pee on. I'm not a big fan of either.
Hence, I lurve this article.
Description Here's a 18"x18" painting of Paul McCartney eating a banana. Paul McCartney is wild about non-meat food items. He also divorced a one-legged woman. With a love like that you know you should be glad. I can't wait for lunch!
If you live in the Chicago area you are welcome to visit my studio to pick this item up after you buy it. I'll make tea and scones, NO JOKE. If you have questions, just ask. Also, I have an internet website: www.derekerdman.com. You can look at it for free.
You may recall this brilliant, Rachel Zoe–inspired "Bananas" shirt designed by artist Christopher Sauvé. If you haven't gotten yours yet, it doesn't look like you're going to. Sauvé just received a cease-and-desist letter from Zoe's lawyer. It turns out "I die" and "Bananas" are trademarked. Oh, excuse us — that would be I DIE™ and BANANAS™. We don't want to get sued. That would be BANANAS™.WeI DIE™.
Sauvé had only made 25 shirts and was planning to sell them in very limited distribution online and at Seven boutique. "As a huge fan of Rachel Zoe I feel very sad that I couldn't express myself artistically with BANANAS™ and my fascination with reality television," Sauvé told us. I DIE™..."She uses celebrities every day to promote herself, and then she won't let a poor artist in the city do it in a huge recession with all these layoffs?"
"When I was a little girl, my grandmother had these pillows in her bedroom that I was OBSESSED with. They were peach, and they were covered in lace, with lace trim. They were VERY feminine and therefore made perfect staging areas on which my Barbies could try and strangle each other -- my Barbies led very dramatic, soap-operatic lives, which is to be expected when there are twenty women fighting over two men, one of whom was ostensibly married ... And so this peachy, lacy dress of Claire Danes brings me back to a happy time in my life. A time when I spent hours throwing dolls off the edge of my bed, getting them addicted to pain killers, and dreaming up complex love quandrangles for them (my mother used to let me watch All My Children with her during the summer and apparently, I was paying attention). But while I got great joy out of my Barbie funerals, and the shenanigans that led to them, just so you know, I would never actually want to DRESS LIKE ONE."
