Bear's 667er - Edition 1 (ft. BITCOIN/QUIZ/COOGLER DISS/BOOK
Mar 17, 2018 23:13:24 GMT -5
Esmé's meme is meh and pepper like this
Post by Reba on Mar 17, 2018 23:13:24 GMT -5
According to maritime law, if you leave your boat floating empty for several months, any seafarer has the right to claim it as his own. That’s how Bear became captain of the SS 667er, now shush!
EDITION 1 OF THE BEAR ERA (BEARA)
Original idea by Akbear Le Bear
Editor & Designer: BEAR
Cartoonist: QUISBY
***
By PEPPERMINCE
For the majority of my life I’ve heard people talk about this thing called Bitcoin. My dad regretting he didn’t start mining back when he heard about it in 2012, famous radio personalities talking about it, a city near me even opened one of the world’s first Bitcoin ATMs. I honestly never really cared until I realised just how much money was in it and then suddenly I was into it. Curious to hear what Terry Craig thought about it, I conducted this interview around late November last year.
Peppermince: When did you first learn about cryptocurrency?
Terry: When bitcoin became news for the first time, which I'm guessing is in the year following its release. I see that's 2009. So to answer your question, '09 or '10 sounds about right.
P: Do you trust it? Have you always?
T: I'm pretty sure any sane person's first gut-reaction is to be suspicious of bitcoin/cryptocurrency, when hearing about it for the first time. Then, some might do research into it and be persuaded into giving it a try. But somehow I feel like only criminals doing shady deals in the dark web would actually transfer great sums of money into bitcoin and back, but I guess it's working out for them? I recently read a post by a random guy saying he's got some fitty bucks in bitcoin left that he doesn't have a use for. It gave me the impression bitcoin was a fad that died out among regular folk. As for me, I've never researched it much, thus never got persuaded to trust it, and so I never tried it. Am I the perfect interviewee for this or what.
P: Bitcoin recently dropped 20% in 90 minutes after hitting record highs for 5 days in a row, if you were considering investing how would the volatility impact your decision?
T: I guess I wouldn't invest, unless I was a Gordon Gecko type of Wall Street guy who knew his salsa. Otherwise bitcoin's interest rates seem way too capricious to expect sure-fire returns. Also I've never invested in anything in my life, so am I the perfect interviewee or what.
Answer the questions to see which 667er you are.
What does your Friday night usually consist of?
1 - Studying and writing essays about English Literature
2 - Telling strangers on the Internet they’re so full of salsa, the toilet is jealous
3 - Listening to hip hop and trap and chilling
4 - Buying new editions of Lemony Snicket books for your collection
5 - Listening to Hamilton’s Original Broadway Cast recording
6 - Watching Rupaul’s Drag Race
What do you most value in a friend?
1 - Their intelligence and knowledge on academic stuff.
2 - I don’t have friends, I never have friends, if I wanted friends I could go out and get some because I’m what? SICKENING. You could never have friends because you’re not-that-kind-of-girl.
3 - Their good taste on music.
4 - Their knowledge on the Snicket universe.
5 - Their love for cats.
6 - Their knowledge on drag-related stuff.
How do you usually handle peer pressure?
1 - I just relax, breathe and do my best as the responsible adult I am.
2 - I throw drinks on people’s faces screaming “you ickleing magee”.
3 - I listen to flower boy by tyler to chill.
4 - I analyze some secondary and unimportant character of “All the wrong questions”.
5 - I pet my cat.
6 - I watch The Trixie & Katya Show, now available on Vice.
You have been in an accident. What kind of accident was it and how did you survive?
1 - It was a car accident, and I read the manual of my car so I knew what to do to survive.
2 - After a long night of hooking, trade didn't like the session so he had gutted me and set me on fire. But you know I didn't die. I had crystallized. And now I'm a glamazon, magee, ready for the runway
3 - I was listening to bhad bhabie and my fake cigarette turned the room on fire. Luckily I’m so cool the fire died when it touched my skin.
4 - My collection of ASOUE editions fell on my head and trapped me, but I have a trap door in my room just like the one that connects 667 Dark Avenue with the Baudelaire Mansion so I could escape.
5 - My cat tried to kill me because I pet them too much, but I just gave them food and they relaxed.
6 - I got in a knife fight with a guy who said Shea Coulee was robbed, but I made him cry and ran away after I reminded him that she charged fans US$60 for a selfie.
Do you have a 'special someone' in your life?
1 - Yes, my brain.
2 - I make loneliness work for me.
3 - Kanye West
4 - Lemony Snicket
5 - My cat
6 - Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, but your dad just calls her Katya
When someone tells you you look cute, you say…
1 - Thanks, it’s probably my new teacher clothes!.
2 - Oh honey, I don’t get cute, I get drop dead gorgeous.
3 - Thanks, I’m copying Young Thug style.
4 - Thanks, though you’ll never know how I look like in real life because I’m more enigmatic than Lemony Snicket.
5 - Thanks, I really am!
6 - Thanks, I’m not even wearing any makeup today.
If most of your answers are 1, congratulations! You’re what we all think Hermes is: a smart, responsible, professional adult.
If most of your answers are 2, congratulations! You’re what bear really is (or should be) but using drag queens quotes to describe him, because it’s funnier that way.
If most of your answers are 3, congratulations! You’re what bear thinks Pepper is: a chill dude with a bright, promising future.
If most of your answers are 4, congratulations! You’re what bear thinks Dante is: a big nerd who only reads ASOUE, ATWQ and other Snicket/Handler books.
If most of your answers are 5, congratulations! You’re what bear thinks Linda is: a woman who loves cats and Hamilton and not much more.
If most of your answers are 6, congratulations! You’re what bear thinks Zortegus is: a guy who only watches Rupaul’s Drag Race and talks about drag queens all day.
Here I am, a month after coming back from the Berlinale film festival, probably with plenty of new movies to talk about, right? Well, nah. I've seen Hong Sang-soo's Grass, which was cool, but who here would honestly read an article about a 70-min South Korean art house drama? I've also seen a programme full of short films, and lol, you wouldn't go reading about that either. I went to an interview/discussion with Tom Tykwer (director of Run Lola Run, The Perfume), but who even writes an article about an interview-slash-discussion. I went to a coke-fuelled house party in Berlin, but writing about that would fit even less into the "Night at the Theater" slot, let alone a children's forum. What I'm left with is just picking a semi-contemporary film I've recently watched and have opinions on, and just review that. So here we go -- a movie spin-off to "Night at the Theater" with Yours Truly (it's Terry, in case bear doesn't make that clear):
"Fruitvale Station" (2013), directed by Ryan Coogler
A film with its heart in the right place, but too emotionally manipulative in a cheap and dishonest way, as to be of much significance. The film gains all its suspense and pathos by simply showing the climax of the story right from the very start. It being a movie based on real events, and there being actual footage of the tragic event, the filmmakers could not resist the temptation to show the actual footage of a man getting shot. This just smacks of exploitative sensationalism; They have already established that the film is based on real events via title cards. At the end of the film we get additional real footage of mourning people and protesters outside Fruitvale Station, which would have been more than enough to drive home the point without resorting to tabloid shock value.
What follows is the day leading up to that point, and it turns out it's a rather bland day. The only purpose the whole movie basically serves is to show the audience what a sweet guy Oscar Grant has been--how undeserving of his fate! Here's a man with a good heart and cute little daughter, struggling to provide for her, giving up his weed-dealing ways, helping a pregnant woman find a bathroom... the movie lays it on THICK. Perhaps the worst offender is one utterly superfluous scene where a random stray dog is run over so that Oscar can cry over him for a moment and then go on about his day, as if nothing happened. In a way, though, it encapsulates the whole film: It's a redundant, hamfisted tear-jerker.
The only interesting moment is a flashback to the protagonist having been in jail and left there by his mom, while (back in present time) he is dumping the weed he was going to sell into the ocean. And still: I am aware how tragically ironic I am supposed to find this, considering we already know he is going to die at the end of the day. And in case we forget that there's supposed to be pathos in all these forgettable scenes, the filmmakers slap on some generic sappy music over a happy family scene in the kitchen for good measure. And once our main characters are inside the train and we hear the announcement of "FRUITVALE STATION", the filmmakers fully expect us to gasp, because you know what's gonna happen to that character you've undoubtedly come to love.
My question is: Since we already know that this real life event was unjust and horrible--why would we need this film to tell us this in a way that treats its audience like idiots? And why does the film only say "See, he was just a good guy trying to be a good dad"? What if he was less of a good guy--would he be more deserving to get shot? Of course not. Is the film trying to reach racist audiences to teach them empathy for black people? In that case it's doing a terrible job of not wearing its emotional manipulation on its sleeve. What I think is actually the case, is that it's a film designed to emptily preach to the choir on a currently relevant topic by exploiting an (uncontroversial) real-life tragedy, in order to gain attention and awards.
The film has a good cast who give credible, naturalistic performances, but the writing is TV-level quality, just like the music, which seems to have been grabbed from a generic music library. The camera is also a point of annoyance, as it's not just hand-held throughout the whole film--doubtlessly for a "gritty", "urban" look--but crosses over into 'shakey-cam' territory, at times being all over the place and losing its focus, while other times closing in on elements (f.ex. a nervously shaking knee of Oscar's girlfriend as she waits in the hospital) in a way that hits the audience over the head.
This film could have been relevant if it showed how this incident was part of a larger problem in America. Alas... The characters of the policemen involved in the events are only briefly introduced at the time they step into action, and they are presented as the typically racist bad cops you might expect. We don't see the police environment they came out of. We do not see other, however small instances of racism in the protagonist's life as an everyday reality. We didn't even get to know what exactly lead to the altercation that caused the police to intervene, only hinting at the gang-related causes that might have been worth exploring. By choosing to limit itself to portray only one, almost flawlessly good man, so that we're all the more emotionally affected by his senseless murder, the movie fails to criticize any larger constructs that allowed for this tragedy to happen.
Rating: Jimmy Fallon holding a sad eyed puppy out of 10
What’s uglier than the recto and verso of a fat novel with its pinions spread? Maybe we should perk our ears more frequently when a child flips through his Creator’s library and groans: Blecch, No Pictures! The put-down for this is immediate: most tricky grown-up tales cannot and/or should not be illustrated. (When you reach the second floor, that adult reading section, it’s often quite the opposite from the Early years, less fictional means more pics. Exhibit 1, exhibit 2, though; geez, that’s no fun either.)
So we can’t emulate the beauty of those modern illuminated manuscripts which we toss to kids for them to drool on. Visit our next-next-door neighbor Poesy. Though it looks like no one’s home, we’ll break & enter: and root around in what they’ve left behind. Peek through the keyholes of certain rooms and get a fright… think blocks and blocks of blank verse epics, and think how if you inflated the font until it reached the right-hand margin, the volume could probably pass for a large print novel, such as your sore-eyes gran would be intrigued by. Don’t get deceived, though your own eyes go sore from squinting through holes; go see the Sight (For sore eyes) down the hall, where I guess there’d be 1930s+ Ezra Pound…… the duh’uvre of E.E. Cummings…… um, some fellas who Small Son Gomes wish he knew (of/about/or even a full stop)...... and, don’t go past the broom closet or you’ll reach the oversaturated ex-wedlock-ization of the visual concept: set your sights on Apollinaire’s concrete poems, good god; (or the ones they suggest you do in elementary school, bordering on arts ‘n’ crafts, though without of course reciting “Il Pleut”).
The most fun typesetting perused by BDG (Big Daddy Gomes): used to be 80 bucks, now I hear it’s doubled, presumably because the world hates effort. This being in the printing, distributing, talking-up, of the other effort that was already put in. By: Arno Schmidt drei decades ago on Zettels Traum, and Johnny (John E.) Woods starting a baker’s dozen years ago on Bottom’s Dream. Now with 80 more banknotes they’ve thrown the “pecuniary yoke” onto your, the reader’s back — and let me tell you, if you propose to stare at ZT/BD you’ll be working like an ox. Of course, Pudgy Patriarch Gomes has only had licks of the stuff. For the purposes of this COLVMNA, him is only peddling the beautiful, hilarious, byzantine typesetting as cleaned up and translated by J.E.W. (See fig. 1. Previous editions merely churned out the photocopies of Arno’s original manuscript, as “the world hates effort,” i.e. A.S. those years ago and the comparatively crumb-like effort needed to formalize the work for publication today.)
Fig. 1.
Counter Arguments might have a cheeky word to say about overindulging the design and thus disregarding the text itself. That’s a scary question, but as an encouragement for this specific recommendation…:
Some people, f.e.x. Herr Gomes, wood say Woulds confided his amateurishness when confronted with the dialects and probably other stuff in the first Thomas Mann. Buddenbrooks: the Decline of a Family. Then he climbed the Magic Mountain, and also Mount Joseph (& His Brothers), and maybe other major Manns??. Finally, by Doctor Faustus, he, the wizened Mann^2, shewed off splendidly. That’s Senor Gomes’ personal experience with the man who confirmedly went through great mental dumbbells beyond his side-project(?(!)) of the huge silly Schmidt. As for Silly himself, his talents can probably be confirmed in thriftier publications such as NOBODADDY’S CHILDREN.
Seek the book before it costs three twenty…
EDITION 1 OF THE BEAR ERA (BEARA)
Original idea by Akbear Le Bear
Editor & Designer: BEAR
Cartoonist: QUISBY
***
For the majority of my life I’ve heard people talk about this thing called Bitcoin. My dad regretting he didn’t start mining back when he heard about it in 2012, famous radio personalities talking about it, a city near me even opened one of the world’s first Bitcoin ATMs. I honestly never really cared until I realised just how much money was in it and then suddenly I was into it. Curious to hear what Terry Craig thought about it, I conducted this interview around late November last year.
Peppermince: When did you first learn about cryptocurrency?
Terry: When bitcoin became news for the first time, which I'm guessing is in the year following its release. I see that's 2009. So to answer your question, '09 or '10 sounds about right.
P: Do you trust it? Have you always?
T: I'm pretty sure any sane person's first gut-reaction is to be suspicious of bitcoin/cryptocurrency, when hearing about it for the first time. Then, some might do research into it and be persuaded into giving it a try. But somehow I feel like only criminals doing shady deals in the dark web would actually transfer great sums of money into bitcoin and back, but I guess it's working out for them? I recently read a post by a random guy saying he's got some fitty bucks in bitcoin left that he doesn't have a use for. It gave me the impression bitcoin was a fad that died out among regular folk. As for me, I've never researched it much, thus never got persuaded to trust it, and so I never tried it. Am I the perfect interviewee for this or what.
P: Bitcoin recently dropped 20% in 90 minutes after hitting record highs for 5 days in a row, if you were considering investing how would the volatility impact your decision?
T: I guess I wouldn't invest, unless I was a Gordon Gecko type of Wall Street guy who knew his salsa. Otherwise bitcoin's interest rates seem way too capricious to expect sure-fire returns. Also I've never invested in anything in my life, so am I the perfect interviewee or what.
***
By ZORTEGUSAnswer the questions to see which 667er you are.
What does your Friday night usually consist of?
1 - Studying and writing essays about English Literature
2 - Telling strangers on the Internet they’re so full of salsa, the toilet is jealous
3 - Listening to hip hop and trap and chilling
4 - Buying new editions of Lemony Snicket books for your collection
5 - Listening to Hamilton’s Original Broadway Cast recording
6 - Watching Rupaul’s Drag Race
What do you most value in a friend?
1 - Their intelligence and knowledge on academic stuff.
2 - I don’t have friends, I never have friends, if I wanted friends I could go out and get some because I’m what? SICKENING. You could never have friends because you’re not-that-kind-of-girl.
3 - Their good taste on music.
4 - Their knowledge on the Snicket universe.
5 - Their love for cats.
6 - Their knowledge on drag-related stuff.
How do you usually handle peer pressure?
1 - I just relax, breathe and do my best as the responsible adult I am.
2 - I throw drinks on people’s faces screaming “you ickleing magee”.
3 - I listen to flower boy by tyler to chill.
4 - I analyze some secondary and unimportant character of “All the wrong questions”.
5 - I pet my cat.
6 - I watch The Trixie & Katya Show, now available on Vice.
You have been in an accident. What kind of accident was it and how did you survive?
1 - It was a car accident, and I read the manual of my car so I knew what to do to survive.
2 - After a long night of hooking, trade didn't like the session so he had gutted me and set me on fire. But you know I didn't die. I had crystallized. And now I'm a glamazon, magee, ready for the runway
3 - I was listening to bhad bhabie and my fake cigarette turned the room on fire. Luckily I’m so cool the fire died when it touched my skin.
4 - My collection of ASOUE editions fell on my head and trapped me, but I have a trap door in my room just like the one that connects 667 Dark Avenue with the Baudelaire Mansion so I could escape.
5 - My cat tried to kill me because I pet them too much, but I just gave them food and they relaxed.
6 - I got in a knife fight with a guy who said Shea Coulee was robbed, but I made him cry and ran away after I reminded him that she charged fans US$60 for a selfie.
Do you have a 'special someone' in your life?
1 - Yes, my brain.
2 - I make loneliness work for me.
3 - Kanye West
4 - Lemony Snicket
5 - My cat
6 - Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, but your dad just calls her Katya
When someone tells you you look cute, you say…
1 - Thanks, it’s probably my new teacher clothes!.
2 - Oh honey, I don’t get cute, I get drop dead gorgeous.
3 - Thanks, I’m copying Young Thug style.
4 - Thanks, though you’ll never know how I look like in real life because I’m more enigmatic than Lemony Snicket.
5 - Thanks, I really am!
6 - Thanks, I’m not even wearing any makeup today.
If most of your answers are 1, congratulations! You’re what we all think Hermes is: a smart, responsible, professional adult.
If most of your answers are 2, congratulations! You’re what bear really is (or should be) but using drag queens quotes to describe him, because it’s funnier that way.
If most of your answers are 3, congratulations! You’re what bear thinks Pepper is: a chill dude with a bright, promising future.
If most of your answers are 4, congratulations! You’re what bear thinks Dante is: a big nerd who only reads ASOUE, ATWQ and other Snicket/Handler books.
If most of your answers are 5, congratulations! You’re what bear thinks Linda is: a woman who loves cats and Hamilton and not much more.
If most of your answers are 6, congratulations! You’re what bear thinks Zortegus is: a guy who only watches Rupaul’s Drag Race and talks about drag queens all day.
***
By TERRY CRAIGHere I am, a month after coming back from the Berlinale film festival, probably with plenty of new movies to talk about, right? Well, nah. I've seen Hong Sang-soo's Grass, which was cool, but who here would honestly read an article about a 70-min South Korean art house drama? I've also seen a programme full of short films, and lol, you wouldn't go reading about that either. I went to an interview/discussion with Tom Tykwer (director of Run Lola Run, The Perfume), but who even writes an article about an interview-slash-discussion. I went to a coke-fuelled house party in Berlin, but writing about that would fit even less into the "Night at the Theater" slot, let alone a children's forum. What I'm left with is just picking a semi-contemporary film I've recently watched and have opinions on, and just review that. So here we go -- a movie spin-off to "Night at the Theater" with Yours Truly (it's Terry, in case bear doesn't make that clear):
"Fruitvale Station" (2013), directed by Ryan Coogler
A film with its heart in the right place, but too emotionally manipulative in a cheap and dishonest way, as to be of much significance. The film gains all its suspense and pathos by simply showing the climax of the story right from the very start. It being a movie based on real events, and there being actual footage of the tragic event, the filmmakers could not resist the temptation to show the actual footage of a man getting shot. This just smacks of exploitative sensationalism; They have already established that the film is based on real events via title cards. At the end of the film we get additional real footage of mourning people and protesters outside Fruitvale Station, which would have been more than enough to drive home the point without resorting to tabloid shock value.
What follows is the day leading up to that point, and it turns out it's a rather bland day. The only purpose the whole movie basically serves is to show the audience what a sweet guy Oscar Grant has been--how undeserving of his fate! Here's a man with a good heart and cute little daughter, struggling to provide for her, giving up his weed-dealing ways, helping a pregnant woman find a bathroom... the movie lays it on THICK. Perhaps the worst offender is one utterly superfluous scene where a random stray dog is run over so that Oscar can cry over him for a moment and then go on about his day, as if nothing happened. In a way, though, it encapsulates the whole film: It's a redundant, hamfisted tear-jerker.
The only interesting moment is a flashback to the protagonist having been in jail and left there by his mom, while (back in present time) he is dumping the weed he was going to sell into the ocean. And still: I am aware how tragically ironic I am supposed to find this, considering we already know he is going to die at the end of the day. And in case we forget that there's supposed to be pathos in all these forgettable scenes, the filmmakers slap on some generic sappy music over a happy family scene in the kitchen for good measure. And once our main characters are inside the train and we hear the announcement of "FRUITVALE STATION", the filmmakers fully expect us to gasp, because you know what's gonna happen to that character you've undoubtedly come to love.
My question is: Since we already know that this real life event was unjust and horrible--why would we need this film to tell us this in a way that treats its audience like idiots? And why does the film only say "See, he was just a good guy trying to be a good dad"? What if he was less of a good guy--would he be more deserving to get shot? Of course not. Is the film trying to reach racist audiences to teach them empathy for black people? In that case it's doing a terrible job of not wearing its emotional manipulation on its sleeve. What I think is actually the case, is that it's a film designed to emptily preach to the choir on a currently relevant topic by exploiting an (uncontroversial) real-life tragedy, in order to gain attention and awards.
The film has a good cast who give credible, naturalistic performances, but the writing is TV-level quality, just like the music, which seems to have been grabbed from a generic music library. The camera is also a point of annoyance, as it's not just hand-held throughout the whole film--doubtlessly for a "gritty", "urban" look--but crosses over into 'shakey-cam' territory, at times being all over the place and losing its focus, while other times closing in on elements (f.ex. a nervously shaking knee of Oscar's girlfriend as she waits in the hospital) in a way that hits the audience over the head.
This film could have been relevant if it showed how this incident was part of a larger problem in America. Alas... The characters of the policemen involved in the events are only briefly introduced at the time they step into action, and they are presented as the typically racist bad cops you might expect. We don't see the police environment they came out of. We do not see other, however small instances of racism in the protagonist's life as an everyday reality. We didn't even get to know what exactly lead to the altercation that caused the police to intervene, only hinting at the gang-related causes that might have been worth exploring. By choosing to limit itself to portray only one, almost flawlessly good man, so that we're all the more emotionally affected by his senseless murder, the movie fails to criticize any larger constructs that allowed for this tragedy to happen.
Rating: Jimmy Fallon holding a sad eyed puppy out of 10
***
By BIG DADDY GOMESWhat’s uglier than the recto and verso of a fat novel with its pinions spread? Maybe we should perk our ears more frequently when a child flips through his Creator’s library and groans: Blecch, No Pictures! The put-down for this is immediate: most tricky grown-up tales cannot and/or should not be illustrated. (When you reach the second floor, that adult reading section, it’s often quite the opposite from the Early years, less fictional means more pics. Exhibit 1, exhibit 2, though; geez, that’s no fun either.)
So we can’t emulate the beauty of those modern illuminated manuscripts which we toss to kids for them to drool on. Visit our next-next-door neighbor Poesy. Though it looks like no one’s home, we’ll break & enter: and root around in what they’ve left behind. Peek through the keyholes of certain rooms and get a fright… think blocks and blocks of blank verse epics, and think how if you inflated the font until it reached the right-hand margin, the volume could probably pass for a large print novel, such as your sore-eyes gran would be intrigued by. Don’t get deceived, though your own eyes go sore from squinting through holes; go see the Sight (For sore eyes) down the hall, where I guess there’d be 1930s+ Ezra Pound…… the duh’uvre of E.E. Cummings…… um, some fellas who Small Son Gomes wish he knew (of/about/or even a full stop)...... and, don’t go past the broom closet or you’ll reach the oversaturated ex-wedlock-ization of the visual concept: set your sights on Apollinaire’s concrete poems, good god; (or the ones they suggest you do in elementary school, bordering on arts ‘n’ crafts, though without of course reciting “Il Pleut”).
The most fun typesetting perused by BDG (Big Daddy Gomes): used to be 80 bucks, now I hear it’s doubled, presumably because the world hates effort. This being in the printing, distributing, talking-up, of the other effort that was already put in. By: Arno Schmidt drei decades ago on Zettels Traum, and Johnny (John E.) Woods starting a baker’s dozen years ago on Bottom’s Dream. Now with 80 more banknotes they’ve thrown the “pecuniary yoke” onto your, the reader’s back — and let me tell you, if you propose to stare at ZT/BD you’ll be working like an ox. Of course, Pudgy Patriarch Gomes has only had licks of the stuff. For the purposes of this COLVMNA, him is only peddling the beautiful, hilarious, byzantine typesetting as cleaned up and translated by J.E.W. (See fig. 1. Previous editions merely churned out the photocopies of Arno’s original manuscript, as “the world hates effort,” i.e. A.S. those years ago and the comparatively crumb-like effort needed to formalize the work for publication today.)
Fig. 1.
Counter Arguments might have a cheeky word to say about overindulging the design and thus disregarding the text itself. That’s a scary question, but as an encouragement for this specific recommendation…:
Some people, f.e.x. Herr Gomes, wood say Woulds confided his amateurishness when confronted with the dialects and probably other stuff in the first Thomas Mann. Buddenbrooks: the Decline of a Family. Then he climbed the Magic Mountain, and also Mount Joseph (& His Brothers), and maybe other major Manns??. Finally, by Doctor Faustus, he, the wizened Mann^2, shewed off splendidly. That’s Senor Gomes’ personal experience with the man who confirmedly went through great mental dumbbells beyond his side-project(?(!)) of the huge silly Schmidt. As for Silly himself, his talents can probably be confirmed in thriftier publications such as NOBODADDY’S CHILDREN.
Seek the book before it costs three twenty…
***
667, sh*t, that's all I got
From my bigger brother Terry to my little brother Pep
From that father figure Quisby to that skatey n*gga Zort
Shreddin' down Dark Avenue, Bear Gang run the f*ckin' block!
667, sh*t, that's all I got
From my bigger brother Terry to my little brother Pep
From that father figure Quisby to that skatey n*gga Zort
Shreddin' down Dark Avenue, Bear Gang run the f*ckin' block!