a lady named Lane, stuck on the brain drain train

Keywords for the Age of Austerity 4: The Entrepreneur 


"Have entrepreneurs lost the will to innovate?"

—Sir Richard Branson

“Entrepreneur” is the austerity keyword par excellence. It combines the pixie dust of innovation, the social conscience of stakeholderism, the versatile vagueness of nimble, and, with its French derivation, a…


little dogs and big(ger) dogs <3


little dogs and big(ger) dogs <3

The Lower Frequencies: How Donna Tartt Writes 



Last night, as part of the Brooklyn By The Book series, Maud Newton interviewed Donna Tartt.

Via Iris Blasi, here’s a particularly nice exchange about writing slow:

MAUD NEWTON: Does it bother you when people talk about how long it takes you to write your novels?

DONNA TARTT: No, it doesn’t, really. It’s the only way that I can write at all. It’s the only way that I can enjoy writing. When I try to speed it up it’s just no fun. In order for me to enjoy what I do, and have a good time doing it…

I had a teacher a long time ago. He said, “If you’re not enjoying something, it’s almost always because you’re doing it too fast.


It’s very true.

MAUD NEWTON: It is true, in many contexts.


Donna Tartt! I had the best time. Posted some other things from the night over at my site, if you’re interested. 


Pet portraits and kombucha recipe.


Jenny Holzer


Jenny Holzer

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Ode To The Onion

luminous flask,
your beauty formed
petal by petal,
crystal scales expanded you
and in the secrecy of the dark earth
your belly grew round with dew.
Under the earth
the miracle
and when your clumsy
green stem appeared,
and your leaves were born
like swords
in the garden,
the earth heaped up her power
showing your naked transparency,
and as the remote sea
in lifting the breasts of Aphrodite
duplicating the magnolia,
so did the earth
make you,
clear as a planet
and destined
to shine,
constant constellation,
round rose of water,
the table
of the poor.

You make us cry without hurting us.
I have praised everything that exists,
but to me, onion, you are
more beautiful than a bird
of dazzling feathers,
heavenly globe, platinum goblet,
unmoving dance
of the snowy anemone

and the fragrance of the earth lives
in your crystalline nature.

by Pablo Neruda

This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.

In 1944 a children’s book club sent a volume about penguins to a 10-year-old girl, enclosing a card seeking her opinion.

She wrote, “This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.”

American diplomat Hugh Gibson called it the finest piece of literary criticism he had ever read.

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When a library is open, no matter its size or shape, democracy is open, too.
Bill Moyers in the foreword to this beautiful photographic love letter to libraries (via explore-blog)


Via Washington City Paper

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