— IDEO’s David Kelley, founder of Stanford’s d.school, at TED 2012. Also see these five timeless insights on fear and the creative process. (via explore-blog)
New York City—Times Square. A clothing shop advertisement, 1950.
From Slate’s Eve Arnold retrospective. Reminds me of Mad Men’s opening title sequence.
I must’ve checked out Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark no less than five times during elementary school and it was mostly, if not entirely, for this story, The Green Ribbon. It made such an indelible mark on my imagination. A great example of economic suspense.
Sorry, though, this post just gave away the ending!
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— Flannery O’Connor
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AN ACADEMIC DEFINITION of Lynchian might be that the term “refers to a particular kind of irony where the very macabre and the very mundane combine in such a way as to reveal the former’s perpetual containment within the latter.” But like postmodern or pornographic, Lynchian is one of those Porter Stewart-type words that’s ultimately definable only ostensively-i.e., we know it when we see it. Ted Bundy wasn’t particularly Lynchian, but good old Jeffrey Dahmer, with his victims’ various anatomies neatly separated and stored in his fridge alongside his chocolate milk and Shedd Spread, was thoroughgoingly Lynchian. A recent homicide in Boston, in which the deacon of a South Shore church reportedly gave chase to a vehicle that bad cut him off, forced the car off the road, and shot the driver with a highpowered crossbow, was borderline Lynchian. A Rotary luncheon where everybody’s got a comb-over and a polyester sport coat and is eating bland Rotarian chicken and exchanging Republican platitudes with heartfelt sincerity and yet all are either amputees or neurologically damaged or both would be more Lynchian than not. A hideously bloody street fight over an insult would be a Lynchian street fight if and only if the insultee punctuates every kick and blow with an injunction not to say fucking anything if you can’t say something fucking nice.
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