I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes his creatures, or has a will of the kind that we experience in ourselves. Neither can I nor would I want to conceive of an individual that survives his physical death; let feeble souls, from fear or absurd egoism, cherish such thoughts. I am satisfied with the mystery of the eternity of life and with the awareness and a glimpse of the marvelous structure of the existing world, together with the devoted striving to comprehend a portion, be it ever so tiny, of the Reason that manifests itself in nature.
Albert Einstein, The World as I See It (via mnmal)
This is the difference between truth and fiction: fiction has to make sense.
Wilhelm Wexler (via claytoncubitt)
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter.
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett (via mnmal)
fake marshall mcluhan

fake marshall mcluhan

what no home should be without…

what no home should be without…

an angry god…

an angry god…

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yourmonkeycalled:

“Testing the Sony Microphone”

A minute of brilliant fuckin’ around from Lenny Bruce. From Let the Buyer Beware.

Los Angeles, August 2001
  • I'm in a strip club with friends.

  • The music is very loud.

  • A stripper comes up to me.

  • stripper:

    (incomprehensible)

  • me:

    (shouting) What? I can’t hear you!

  • stripper:

    (smiling) I know what you mean. I’m partially deaf myself.

  • me:

    Right. I can imagine. The music...it’s so loud!

  • stripper:

    Oh, it’s not because of the music. It’s my brain surgery.

  • me:

    What? Your what?

  • stripper:

    Brain surgery.

  • me:

    Did you say...brain surgery?

  • stripper:

    Yup. Here...you can feel it.

  • She holds back her hair and pulls down her left ear. Even in the dark, there is something wrong about the skin.

  • I reach out and touch the area just behind her ear.

  • stripper:

    See? They had to take out some of the bone in my head.

  • me:

    Why? I mean, why the surgery?

  • stripper:

    Oh. Well I had like a tumor, only it wasn’t a tumor and it was like not like the bad kind. It wasn’t... (thinking) ...malignant. But it was growing towards my brain. Oh ya. I mean a few more inches and it would have been in my brain.

  • me:

    Wow.

  • stripper:

    Ya. So they had to dig it out.

  • they had to DIG it out.

  • stripper:

    But they also had to cut into my ear canal and take out most of my sinus on my left side. That’s why my hearing’s so messed up. I have to clean out my ear every morning now because it leaks. Every six weeks I have to have it drained.

  • she has to have it DRAINED.

  • stripper:

    So, you wanna, like a dance?

  • i smile

  • me:

    Um...maybe later?

  • she smiles, even bigger, her collapsed cheek distorting as her mouth widens.

  • stripper:

    Okay! See ya!

  • gleefully, she bounces away.

  • this is l.a.

  • welcome to the party.

photo by chris anthony.
reminds me of matheson’s excellent short story, White Dress.

photo by chris anthony.

reminds me of matheson’s excellent short story, White Dress.

it’s what inside that counts

it’s what inside that counts