This editor’s mug: “You may speak now.” Dale Cooper’s mug: “Fire, walk with me.” A mug of one’s own. Your mom’s mug. Fill those mugs with nothing but the best: David Lynch Signature Cup. It’s all in the beans, and he’s full of beans.
“The functionality of the piece is quite remarkable as the back of the sculpture is carved on an angle allowing for the melting wax to flow through the opening of the eyes.” Will you be in Boston on April 25? Better get your tickets to the Punk Singer‘s single East Coast date now! The To […]
The idea tells you everything. Lots of times I get ideas, I fall in love with them. Those ones you fall in love with are really special ideas. And, in some ways, I always say, when something’s abstract, the abstractions are hard to put into words unless you’re a poet. These ideas you somehow know. […]
First Wave: Vladimir Nabokov—Lolita (1955), Pale Fire (1962), Speak, Memory (1936-66), Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (1969) Thomas Pynchon—V. (1963) , Crying of Lot 49 (1966), Gravity’s Rainbow (1973), Mason & Dixon (1997), Against The Day (2006) William Gaddis—The Recognitions (1955), JR (1975), a Frolic of His Own (1994) John Barth—Fiction: the Sot-Weed Factor […]