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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Xuebing Du
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Dunce cat https://www.instagram.com/p/ByuYqs6A-LW/?igshid=vvjkrtwsliqi
Windermere more like Sunnymere (at Windermere) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwl4DN8hNZz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1olh7ngybcch5
Faces of the Rijksmuseum (at Rijksmuseum) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvOfzGTBhTn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jpkp4lp2om7r
Yes (at Prinsengracht) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvMt_eAh_O8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10w5ug96fwd4m
Murakami: When a writer develops a story, he is confronted with a poison that is inside him. If you dont have that poison, your story will be boring and uninspired. Its like fugu: The flesh of the pufferfish is extremely tasty, but the roe, the liver, the heart can be lethally toxic. My stories are located in a dark, dangerous part of my consciousness, I feel the poison in my mind, but I can fend off a high dose of it because I have a strong body. When you are young, you are strong; so you can usually conquer the poison even without being in training. But beyond the age of 40 your strength wanes, you can no longer cope with the poison if you lead an unhealthy life.
Murakami in Der Spiegel, 20/2/2008
I don’t post selfies but when I do I post two taken ten years apart as part of a vanity hashtag. There are so few photos of me now that the only recent one I could find was one I took with a pose face on Beth’s new phone over Christmas. See you in another ten years for my next selfie #10yearchallenge https://www.instagram.com/p/BstjNhgh7hL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=kgo1yq55kows
Frosty the Bethman (at Notcutts) https://www.instagram.com/p/Br8DbwJhMug/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1p7gov2lgmn9l
Mark Baum: I got to stand for this. [Takes the microphone and stands] Okay, hi. My firm's thesis is pretty simple. Wall Street took a good idea, Lewis Ranieri's mortgage bond, and turned it into an atomic bomb of fraud and stupidity that's on its way to decimating the world economy. Bruce Miller: How do you really feel? [Crowd laughs] Mark Baum: I'm glad you still have a sense of humor; I wouldn't if I were you. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I have no problem telling someone they're wrong. But for the first time in my life it's not something that's so enjoyable. We live in an era of fraud in America. Not just in banking, but in government, education, religion, food, even baseball. What bothers me isn't that fraud is not nice or that fraud is mean. It's that, for 15,000 years, fraud and short-sighted thinking have never, ever worked. Not once. Eventually, people get caught, things go south. When the hell did we forget all that? I thought we were better than this, I really did. And the fact that we're not doesn't make me feel alright and superior. It makes me feel...sad. And as much fun as it is to watch pompous, dumb Wall Streeters be wildly wrong –[To Miller] and you are wrong, sir – I just know, that at the end of the day, average people are going to be the ones that are going to have to pay for all this. Because they always, always do.
'He's a going out with the tide,' said Mr Peggotty to me, behind his hand. My eyes were dim, and so were Mr Peggotty's; but I repeated in a whisper, 'With the tide?' 'People can't die, along the coast,' said Mr Peggotty, except when the tide's pretty nigh out. They can't be born, unless it's pretty nigh in – not properly born till flood. He's a going out with the tide. It's ebb at half-arter three, slack water half an hour. If he lives till it turns, he'll hold his own till past the flood, and go out with the next tide.'
from David Copperfield (1850), by Charles Dickens
Cocks and/or balls in Picasso: A Study (at Tate Modern) https://www.instagram.com/p/BngJiQ3ApDj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1s5j4cee0b8fh
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