Month: January 2014

Treading Water with Hunter S Thompson


Thompson: “[W]hether to float with the tide, or to swim for a goal. It is a choice we must all make consciously or unconsciously at one time in our lives. So few people understand this! Think of any decision you’ve ever made which had a bearing on your future: I may be wrong, but I don’t see how it could have been anything but a choice however indirect — between the two things I’ve mentioned: the floating or the swimming.”

Reminds me of Hesse (Steppenwolf) — Harry Haller speaking, quoting Novalis: “‘Most men will not swim before they are able to.’ Is not that witty? Naturally, they won’t swim! They are born for the solid earth, not for the water. And naturally they won’t think. They are made for life, not for thought. Yes, and he who thinks, what’s more, he who makes thought his business, he may go far in it, but he has bartered the solid earth for the water all the same, and one day he will drown.”

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Good Foundation. Maybe She’s Born With It.

If Ellen DeGeneres can make it on the Mainland, there might be a future in television for Jimmy Kimmel after all.

Ellen is, of course, a logical choice: Xteener, Michelle Phan (“Rice Bunny”), Jessica Beinecke (OMG英语), “Two Broke Girls”.

Connect the dots.

The growing frequency in metro-Middle Kingdom of fairly open, uncloseted female companions and intimates (in the big cities, these kind of pairbondings, many experimental and temporary, are now positively fashionable, if not culturally-approved) might ensure Ellen gets a healthy reception.

And maybe Metan Development Group was banking on that.

From another angle, the departure of both Garnier and Revlon from China might explain in part why Metan Development Group punted the show. Ms DeGeneres is a model for Covergirl (Proctor&Gamble), which has been kicking around the Middle Kingdom since 2005.

欢迎, Ellen.

(Updated with corrections 28 January at 14.39hrs.)

Thank you, Ms Pacman

At last, empirical research can explain why, as a teenager, I dreamed that I could only continue dreaming if I ate a trail of little dots and avoided ghosts. It also sheds some light on a recurring nightmare from adolescence, in which I was forced to hop across a busy freeway by a guy who looked like Thomas Jefferson with a splayed eagle on the back of his head.