So today for lunch I played keep away with a pug on the roof of the Hecla bldng.
There’s a construction worker on top of the new building going up beside Gibson Block who is singing snatches of “I Believe I Can Fly” at the top of his voice.
It’s raining like you wouldn’t believe.
Another year. Another month working Taste of Edmonton for EE.
Pay me for summertime.
Eve Arnold, Terence Stamp and Jean Shrimpton, opening night of ‘Modesty Blaise’, London, England, 1965
Krypton was cool as beans.
I’ve had worse weekends. Let me state straight up there were significant positives. Mostly I got to see an old friend I rarely see. But by the next morning there was an old—and different—friend who had blown our respective friendship up, and someone’s brother who played the fool, and a couple of very dangerous lies, and a nearly torn relationship with my partner, and two cracked ribs, a split lip, busted jaw and a scratched up face. Happy Canada Day.
The good times are killing me.
People came to Belmont on Saturday to watch a champion run. They got what they paid for. He just didn’t win, is all.
—Charles P. Pierce, 2014.
Fetishistic artists with night terrors: they’re just like us!
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Because nineteenth century symbolism, European expressionism, Norway, and—scroll to bottom—the adopted emblem of one of the most physically painful nerve conditions in existence, strikes to the very core of this city’s essence.