#michael benton

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Hey, I was wondering what you think of Michael Benton? This book I bought says he’s a “world-leading” paleontologist and I just wanted to make sure that was true. He did after all put a pterosaur on the cover of a book called “Dinosaurs”

He's good at what he does, but spreads himself too thin IMO. Benton seems to be an expert on literally every facet of paleo, which makes me question how deep he's dived into any of it

and to be fair, most writers don't get to pick their covers. Famously, Darren Naish was unhappy with the first version of Dinosaurs: How they Lived and Evolved, because the cover was awesomebro-y. I doubt Benton picked the pterosaur.

[literarymedicine]

— Michael Benton, from “The Stalker”, “In The Mind’s Eye”

[literarymedicine]

— Michael Benton, from “Portrait”, “In The Mind’s Eye”

[literarymedicine]

— Michael Benton, from “Experiment With An Air-Pump”, “In The Mind’s Eye”

[thefoxhuntingman]

The novelist looks forward and projects us into the future of a fiction that will reveal the past; the biographer looks back and projects us into the past of a history that will unfold to disclose its future.

Michael Benton, "Towards a Poetics of Literary Biography"

[jptopps-blog]

My Grandmother gave this to me in 1992, but it was actually published in 1984. It's pretty funky. I might take some photos of some of the individual pages.

[imfinnaackup]

Dear Facebook,

 Facebook messed up my life....And this is how.

You know how back in middle school you had those guys or girls that you turned down? You really didn't like them because you didn't think that they were as cute as that one guy or girl or as popular as them? But, you have people like your mother or friends tell you that that person is going to be an amazing man or woman when they group up? But the problem is...

You're fucking 11 and 12. You are not listening to shit that has to do with them being an amazing man or woman right now. The only thing that person is...is not what you want. 

The next part of my story brings in the wonderful (gags) invention of the book of faces, Facebook for all of my slower readers. You find your high school friends, middle school friends, elementary friends, and that one guy or girl from a party you'd rather not remember.

Then, you find that guy or girl from middle school that really liked you even when you didn't like them but still wanted to be your friend, that had their birthday around yours, that made you a cd with all of your favorite songs on it for your birthday, that you still have a picture of from middle school, that had that bomb ass handwriting, that is a drum major at Tuskegee, that is doing well in school, that is very handsome, and you say to yourself quietly (or not) .... WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS I THINKING?!?

and then you answer yourself... Apparently, I wasn't thinking at all.