Get Surreal

A study and exploration into the life of Nan: Lover of all things colorful and extraordinarily bizarre

[saturdaynightcaps]

Amy “drunk” on Weekend Update

[sandandglass]

[philphys-deactivated20120616]

Most people can’t bear to sit in church for an hour on Sundays. How are they supposed to live somewhere very similar to it for eternity.

Mark Twain (via philphys)

[humansofnewyork]

The man in the foreground and the man in the background don’t know each other, but I think they were destined to be in the same place at the same time.

[newyorker]

What Mad Men Missed: the Real Jaguar Ads of the 1960s and 70s. http://nyr.kr/LQGizx

[notabadday]

[getsurrealll-blog]

14/50 → jenna fischer

PAM!

[christylst]

[blua]

Human After All

[newyorker]

…if we believe in liberty, if we want the air we breathe to remain plentiful and breathable, this is the art whose right to exist we must not only defend, but celebrate. Art is not entertainment. At its very best, it’s a revolution.

Salman Rushdie on censorship, at our new literary blog, Page-Turner (via newyorker)

[getsurrealll-blog]

[saltwaterwishes]

[humansofnewyork]

“So what’s your story?” “I’m just hawking my goods man, I make these skateboards out of old basketball floors.” “That’s so cool. So what’s in the briefcase?” “You know, my shit. I’m hawking my goods.”

His goods: http://www.facebook.com/GlideSkateboards

[heavygraffic]

Factory Fifteen

[getsurrealll-blog]

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/29/magazine/why-afghan-women-risk-death-to-write-poetry.html?pagewanted=all

[stacylambe]

The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye.

Where the Wild Things Are, Maruice Sendek

[fuckyeahhistorycrushes]

[getsurrealll-blog]

First portrait of a human being, taken by Robert Cornelius, 1839.

[philphys-deactivated20120616]

New York’s terrible when somebody laughs on the street very late at night. You can hear it for miles. It makes you feel so lonesome and depressed. I kept wishing I could go home and shoot the bull for a while with old Phoebe.

Catcher In the Rye, J.D Salinger (via philphys)