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From the Archives: various species of fish from Renard’s Poissons, écrevisses et crabes
In an effort not to disappoint Europeans who saw collections of preserved tropical fish lacking their brilliant colors, Louis Renard (1678-1746) compiled the book Poissons, with fancifully colored engraved plates depicting fish and crustaceans from the Dutch East Indies (now Indonesia).
theodore roosevelt was the greatest hunter known to human history, but he never managed to hunt down what mattered most: basic human decency
Again I sat ruminating what I should do. Mortified as I was at his behavior, and resolved as I had been to dismiss him when he entered my office, nevertheless I felt something superstitious knocking at my heart, and forbidding me to carry out my purpose, and denouncing me for a villain if I dared to breathe one bitter word against this forlornest of mankind. At last, familiarly drawing my chair behind his screen, I sat down and said: ‘Bartleby, never mind, then, about revealing your history; but let me entreat you, as a friend, to comply as far as may be with the usages of this office. Say now, you will help to examine papers tomorrow or next day: in short, say now, that in a day or two you will begin to be a little reasonable:—say so, Bartleby.’
'At present I would prefer not to be a little reasonable,' was his mildly cadaverous reply.
Herman Melville, “Bartleby, the Scrivner: A Story of Wall Street”
"I submit that the real reason we criticized and disliked Lynch’s Laura’s muddy bothness is that it required of us an empathetic confrontation with the exact same muddy bothness in ourselves and our intimates that makes the real world of moral selves so tense and uncomfortable, a bothness we go to the movies to get a couple hours’ fucking relief from."
—David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again
|—||Leslie Jamison, "On Short Term 12 and crying at the movies” (The Los Angeles Review of Books)|
Hello, I’m Computer Man. We might have been friends at some point, but now I’m more of a catalyst of private criticism and ridicule on your end because I abuse social networking conventions by posting any of the following variety: life brags, post-workout photos, overabundance of food photos, photos of me with my friends having an explicitly better time than you, flyers created for the sole purpose of promoting positivity and happiness which we all know is a thin veil for the terrors of reality, etc.
Thanks for letting me fuck up your newsfeed.
i dont know how to adult myself
David Hammons - Bli-zaard Ball Sale (1983)
"The photos portraying Hammons with his neatly arranged rows of snowballs for sale are probably the most frequently reproduced images in the artist’s oeuvre. The piece has become iconic, the single ephemeral work – a work that is essentially about ephemerality – that has come to stand for his entire practice.”