It came to me there in Rangoon—all gods are our enemies, like the God of our humbled humanity. The gods of the worked alabaster, poised like white whales; gods gilded like sheaves or wreathed in the crime of conception, like serpents; the finical nudes of the Buddha smiling into his cocktail of eternal vacuity like Christ on his odious cross— each stopping at nothing, taking the kingdom of heaven by force, ready with pistol and ulcer to purchase our piety or burn in our blood: the gods of humanity, avid to hide every cowardice. It came to me there in Rangoon, till the whole earth stank of heaven and the heavenly junk turned to chattel.
io9: Long-Lost Jim Henson Animation Turns Jazz Music Into Something Visual.
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Port Wipeout IPA. A shamelessly bold west coast style IPA that takes the palate on a little journey with each sip: hops all in your face to a citrus-laced gentler malt that fades to a mellow, but still memorable, grapefruit-reminiscent finish. I can sip it slowly and go on a ride every time I lift the glass. West coasters seem intent on enhancing the aggressive complexity of the IPA style, and I’m ordering more of ‘em as a result. 7.0% ABV. (at MillTown Arms Tavern)
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I really don’t ever tire of the view. #Atlanta #takingpicswhiledriving #statepatrolwasrightpasttheredcarandialmostgotmyassbusted #weweregoing10mphthough
Composer, producer, sound engineer, troublemaker, ATLien, and trainwreck in human form. You will find here: visual art inspiration, beers I'm trying, the occasional inarguably beautiful woman, music of all kinds, and KITTENS. Also, dinosaurs with lasers.