Honor, Integrity, Continually Seeking Knowledge and Having Fun
Dear Ander Monson,
Words are inspirational, but for me the visual arts are where I get inspiration. Images challenge me to write in new ways, while words generally just make me copy them. This is all an excuse for why my commonplace video is made up of YouTube videos and drawings/paintings I like.
Thanks,
Cory WeaverÂ
We have a subscription to People. So I’m generally up to date with all the latest celeb scoop. The best part of People magazine though, are the letters:
“Congrats to Nicole and Joel. Harlow is a gorgeous little girl. I wish them all the happiness in the world.” - Renee Tanner, Scranton, PA
“Nicole and Joel just had one beautiful baby girl as the mother of a 3-year-old beauty, I know the pleasure that lie ahead for them. I wish the new parents all the best” - Kerri Miller, Webster, Mass.
“Nicole Richie has certainly grown up over the past year. It appears that she’s completely pulled her life together and has turned into an incredible mom. She now seems very down-to-earth and grounded. Parenthood must agree with her.” - Lisa Harris, Clementon, N.J.
Fans of celebrities are way more interesting than celebrities. One of these days I’ll get around to writing a letter gushing over how great of a father Tom Cruise is.
Surely little remained of the Puritan legacy of prudish rectitude, he thought: surely this was now a country of excess, gluttony, lust, and sloth; surely this had grown into a land where obesity reigned and even the poor moved ponderously down the street on big thighs that rubbed fatly together. What had become of the pilgrims’ gaunt and stingy oversight? He knew in part it was the visionary genius of enterprising men, but such entrepreneurs were only the tools of a hungry culture. For the descendants of those gray, upright pioneers had cherished the cravings of beef patties with ketchup, deep-fried chicken and vats of ice cream, chemically scented and dyed all the colors of the rainbow, and billions upon billions of gallons of soda. Their thirst had never been quite slaked and so they never finished drinking; and this was the market in all its streamline functionality - which, precisely where the supply and the demand curves crossed, had swiftly produced a nation of paralyzed giants, fallen across their couches much as soldiers on the field of battle, their arteries hard, their softened hearts failing.
— Lydia Millet, How The Dead Dream