Monthly Archives: February 2015

A thinking animal

The great Oliver Sacks describes himself thusly in his last months of life: “Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.”

The man who made his name writing about medical anomalies is suffering from one himself, a rare metastases of the prior cancer that left him blind in one eye.

He was unsparing in an Op-Ed piece about his own time on earth, who he was (immoderate, with “violent” enthusiasms) and how he felt about leaving: I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers.

Can anyone hope for more than that?

funny valentines

Store-bought (there’s that word again) Valentine’s Day cards: why are they so goofy, so replete with horrible puns, so – weirdly — menacing? These days, someecards corners that market:

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But even vintage Valentine’s cards express the rage, confusion and mixed-emotions the day brings. Has it always been a holiday to celebrate only ironically?

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This is what 77 looks like

My, my.

Jane Fonda at the Grammys, elicited this comment from Dlisted and although I don’t know what Lisa Frank Peniteniary means, it’s funny all the same:

Sources (read: the sources in my head) tell me that Prince was planning to wear this exact jumpsuit to the Grammys last night, but when his crystal ball afro showed him the vision of Jane wearing it, he quickly changed into an inmate uniform from the Lisa Frank Penitentiary. Even Prince knows not to compete with Jane Fonda, bitch.

jolly, green

jolly, green

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