Another Monday, another set of things that make my pulse speed up.
Roberto Farruggio takes the most beautiful photos.
Nude in Your Hot Tub, Facing the Abyss (A Literary Manifesto After the End of Literature and Manifestos) by Lars Iyer is something everyone inclined to write should take the time to read. ("To say that literature is dead is both empirically false and intuitively true," he writes, and opens your eyes.)
A truly incredible song for any dreary morning.
Is 2011 a year that will change the world?
"Grab hold of the nearest stranger. Don't take the stranger's hand, God knows where that's been, but grasp their arm, firmly. Don't let go until I tell you to." Miranda July on strangers.