The new edition of Zoetrope: All-Story came in the mail today. Guest designer Tom Waits. A fifth of the cover is torn off, and the photograph of Tom Waits on the back of the magazine has various tears through it. I’m unable to decide whether this was by his design, the anonymous mechanics of the US Postal Service creating a new medium of found art, or a post-production scheme by Tom Waits to meddle with housewives enduring deteriorating intellectual capacities. Perhaps Evelyn could explain this to me. It’s somebody’s commentary on something somewhere, for certain.
Nathanael bought me a pot of yellow tulips two weeks ago. We thought they were of the regular variety, but ever since they’ve come to reside in our house they’ve exploded like small stars blowing up, or screaming lion heads. If I had better ears I’m sure I’d hear the unnatural sounds they’re emitting.
Diapers arrived in the mail from Baby Cotton Bottoms. My first order from them, and let me just say, I give them my full reccomendation.
Goodfellas also arrived from Netflix.
Saw the documentary Born into Brothels last week. The sins of the fathers are passed unto the children, and down generational lines. Let us all beware of what trials we might leave our children.
