October 28, 2009

Cormac McCarthy

Passages from his novel Suttree.

"The big lemoncolored cat watched him from the top of a woodstove. He turned his head to see it better and it elongated itself like hot taffy down the side of the stove and vanished headfirst in the earth without a sound."

"By now the mother had come from the porch. She was dressed in black and closed upon them soundless as a plague, her bitter twisted face looming, axemark for a mouth and eyes crazed with hatred. She tried to speak but only a half strangled scream came out. The girl was thrown aside and this demented harridan was at him clawing, kicking, and gurgling with rage."

"He saw small figurines composed of dust and light turn in the broken end of a bottle, spidersized marionettes in some minute ballet there in the purple glass so lightly strung with strands of cobweb floss."

October 27, 2009

Fashion Musings

Designer rainboots must go, away
Leggings are not pants
Leggings that look like jeans are not jeans
Those boots-Ughhhhhh!
Crocs do not rock
Wear yoga pants in yoga, don't advertise that you go to a gym


This is my first blog. I'm not sure what I will write about, or how often, or at all. Enjoy.