"Everybody knows the thing about an infinite number of monkeys... An infinite number of monkeys is put to work at an infinite number of typewriters and eventually one of them produces a great work of literature. In what language I don't know. But what about an infinite number of writers in an infinite number of cages? Would they make one monkey sound? One genuine chimp noise? Would they eventually swing by their toes from an infinite number of money bars?" (DeLillo)
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
League of American Wheelmen
When I determined to found the League of American Wheelmen two years ago, I did so with the ideal in mind that every American should have not only a bicycle, but an education in the new art of bicycling and the benefits that accompany it: fitness, transportation and enjoyment. It has been my privilege to see this association grow out of nothing and it is a testament to man's ingenuity; how man receives but iron and rubber from the Earth and somehow, through his imagination, a wheel and tire come about - a masterful union indeed. It is my dream that the bright young Americans of today should be the greatest educated generation yet! Today, wheelmen, ride with the knowledge that you are now in control. Race forth with the vigor that brought forth the very wheels you now turn, that carry you. That is my challenge to you. Best of luck!
- Kirk Munroe addressing the League of American Wheelmen before the first American bicycle race, May 24, 1878, Boston, Massachusetts.
Labels:
Athletics,
Original,
Photographs,
Prose
Sunday, May 23, 2010
The Sound of Dogbark
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Swashbuckler
Friday, May 21, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Nothing To Say
One of the most important things, which we often foolishly deprive ourselves of, is being honest with ourself. - Buffers, William Lloyd. Prague. 1640.
Labels:
Original,
Painting,
Quotations,
Romanticism
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
The Successful Salesman Who Specializes in Driving Customers Away
Come on in, I'm open as can be, just take off your boots, and check your coat and bags. I've got the finest collection of old books and maps in the world, but don't waste your time browsing, no need to browse in this shop, just purchase away. Who browses in book stores these days anyways? In the basement there are great bargains on rare editions of modern classics but I doubt you're interested. You can check em out if you like, only one person allowed down there at a time of course, but you better not, I don't need no hooligans pilfering ma books! They're really just old pieces of junk nobody wants anyhow, you won't like em. Yup, short and sweet is the way to do it here, you better go. I'm the best of the best, but please don't come back, nothing more awkward than eager customers. Have a swell day!
- Donald E. Rumpfort (superb book salesman)
- Donald E. Rumpfort (superb book salesman)
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Happy Birthday Cecil!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Maybe Strangers
A thicket of clouds veil the city
with a baleful seal.
On an indistinct street stands a lonesome lady
with an unreadable sign.
A man approaches her,
(each faintly illuminated by a winding string
of side-street orbs woven in the mist)
without the least symptom of interest,
and reaches into the pocket of an old coat
he happens to be wearing.
He hands the lady a gift
and she accepts, calm as the wind
that breathes through her hair.
In her blurry mirror
the man catches a glimpse of himself, adjusts his hat,
and then returns to her;
She looks away
with a shadowy sneer,
and he proceeds through the desolate fog of the city.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Hide n' Seek
Monday, May 3, 2010
In a fast world, safety is number one!
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