Daniel Handler interviewing Kate DiCamillo & making me think that maybe there’s still hope for me.
"Ice Cream Is Good" by Lois Lenski for the National Dairy Council- Chicago 6 copyright 1948.
I bought this amazing book for $2 at an antique store in Roanoke, VA last week.
Leslie couldn’t look at you longer than that.
The part I identified with most in Her. People wuss-ing, wimp-ing, ‘fraidy-cat-ing out when they should be telling me something.
Half of me wanted to preface that first sentence up above this with “for better or worse”, but then the other half didn’t allow it because I don’t believe that other people’s cowardice when it comes to telling me something I may not want to hear is a personality fault. I’m not really that scary.
"Fucks are like crumpled old receipts hanging out at the bottom of your purse. They’re useless, they get in the way of whatever it is you really need. —like when you just want a bandaid or a piece of gum, and find yourself wading through a fathomless pit of old receipts/fucks—and yet you can’t let them go, because there’s a little seed of fear that you might need them one day. The old receipts. And the fucks. It’s easy to try and hoard paper records of things as it is to try measure every contingency for things you might do. What if I need this for my taxes? What if I need to return it? What if my blog isn’t ‘sponsor friendly’? What if I offend so-and-so? You can’t save it all, and you can’t make everybody happy."
by Daniel Gardner
gouache and chalk, 1775
37 in. x 31 1/8 in. (940 mm x 790 mm)
I’m a little jealous of Miss Piggy? Grodin crush. Floral bowtie. Caper.
by Cecil Beaton