October 2009
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Devendra Banhart w/ Pitchfork interview, 2006
Pitchfork: You got your eggs together?
Devendra: I got my eggs in my mouth!
Pitchfork: I love the experience of cooking, especially for other people.
Devendra: It's so good, so cathartic and exciting, and a beautiful meditation.
Pitchfork: It's one of those experiences that places you in the moment. You're only worried about what's in the pan. You kind of salivate during the process. How many things in your daily life make you salivate?
Devendra: No fuckin' joke, man. You're making me realize I need to salivate more. What a beautiful goal. I think you need to write the salivation manifesto now! This generation needs something to do. They need to salivate. They don't need something to salivate for. They just need to salivate. They need to salivate over things they didn't salivate over before. But, there's keys and cooking is one of them.
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“We consider the animals to be lower, and to me, that makes no sense at all. If...”
– Jeff Mangum, interview in 2002
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“You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a...”
– William D. Tammeus
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“To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance.”
– Oscar Wilde
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“The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been...”
– Jacob’s Room, Virginia Woolf
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“I want so to live that I work with my hands and my feeling and my brain. I want...”
– Katherine Mansfield
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“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only...”
– Audrey Hepburn
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“The world is moving so fast these days that the man who says it can’t be done is...”
– Elbert Hubbard
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“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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“Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight...”
– Chuck Palahniuk
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“There are two primary choices in life; to accept conditions as they exist, or...”
– Denis Waitley
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“Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge...”
– Anton Chekhov
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“You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose...”
– Charles Bukowski
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“Think for a second –- what if all the infinitely dense and shifting worlds of...”
– David Foster Wallace
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“If you’re into music, you’re into religion, somehow or another....”
– John Darnielle
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“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
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The Thing Is - Ellen Bass
To love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weighs you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand...
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Route
Playboy Magazine: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
Bob Dylan: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who's built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
Playboy Magazine: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?
Bob Dylan: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.