When they start a registry for cigarette-butt-throwing morons in wildfire prone So Cal, this guy goes on it
“She looked down a slope, needing to squint for the sunlight, onto a vast sprawl of houses which had grown up together, like a well-tended crop, from the dull brown earth; and she thought of the time she’d opened a transistor radio to replace a battery and had seen her first printed circuit. The ordered swirl of houses and streets, from this high angle, sprang at her now with the same unexpected, astonishing clarity the circuit card had. Though she knew even less about radios than about Southern Californians, there were to both outward patterns a hieroglyphic sense of concealed meaning, of an intent to communicate.” — Is there such a thing as Thomas Pynchon Thursday?
Orson Welles reading Walt Whitman.
(Source: vintageanchorbooks)
Vanessa Vaselka reads at the ZYZZYVA party in L.A., 8 floors above Hollywood.
Adrian Todd Zuniga doing a final walk through before shooting the Literary Death Match pilot.
The Thanksgiving Hut.
When movie tie-in editions go wrong.
Cat + bookshelf.
Non-traditional holiday option: possum. From Joy of Cooking, 1963 edition. Also, bear. #book #cookbook #vintage
Know what’s better than listening to a cover of Comfortably Numb? Sitting outside in the rain.