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no iran attack
oil spill hits south korea
clash with congress brews
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Saturday, December 08, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
my new novel
the first paragraph of my new novel illustrated with my latest artwork:
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me…
[if I was interested in attribution, which I'm not, then I would say the illustration was a copy of a poster of a photograph of an original photograph and that even more attribution and maybe even the whole idea could be found here]
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me…[if I was interested in attribution, which I'm not, then I would say the illustration was a copy of a poster of a photograph of an original photograph and that even more attribution and maybe even the whole idea could be found here]
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Other Allan Revich
from Universe Where Bakery is News
from Universe Where Bakery is News
More photos from Ted Sherarts here. Originally spied on BoingBoing.
kill kill
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one killed in paris
three palestinians killed
scores killed in china
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Wednesday, December 05, 2007
enter hell
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an iran bombshell
nine dead in nebraska mall
car bomb rocks center
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Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Monday, December 03, 2007
come teach
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british teacher flies
putin remains defiant
spice girls make comeback
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Sunday, December 02, 2007
the show
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hamas casts shadow
big putin election win
earthquake shakes Israel
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