and at no point has anyone thought “maybe we should not build a giant flammable goat this year”

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nobody believed me when I said the moon lived in a big mountain but now who’s laughing? now who’s the ‘weird moon guy’? now who’s banned from my local library?

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Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than have syntax. Or semicolons. I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after “semicolons,” and another one after “now.”

And another thing. Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than get old. And he did. He shot himself. A short sentence. Anything rather than a long sentence, a life sentence. Death sentences are short and very, very manly. Life sentences aren’t. They go on and on, all full of syntax and qualifying clauses and confusing references and getting old. And that brings up the real proof of what a mess I have made of being a man.

Ursula K. Le Guin on being a man – the finest, sharpest thing I’ve read in ages 

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Video: Roundhand Lettering Demo by Glen Weisgerber


Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao