That's when you need to write letters that end with the line: "I'm in the mood to chop your f*ckin' hands off".
Truth. I was watching an interview with Jonathan Ive this Saturday and he had only one point to make: and idea is so easily killed by negativity, laziness or ego. Let's try not to get in the way of ideas, too much.
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Got this from the Busy P. blog.
"We are spending one million pounds with a promotion company who puts cd's in envelopes while sniffing cocaine and send them to famous dj's who never reply."
This was the inspiration, BTW. From the movie 'Tapeheads', the 'Spinal Tap' for the music video and PR industry: painfully hilarious)
Small aesthetic break:
Beauty is truth and truth in Walter's case is big hats and skirts that make it looke like you're riding a white cotton horse into the future.
Back to the correspondence.
JD Salinger died the other day. One of my favourite writers. I spent the night of his death re-reading some of his short stories and being very quiet. First I was sad, then I was hopeful. You see, Mr. Salinger spent his life as a recluse and the amount of books he published was slim, to say the least. He didn't care for fame. The books are what mattered. I'm hoping that his will contains instructions to release more of his previously unseen writing.
And while I'm waiting, I'll be riding my white cotton horse into the future, fighting my wars. Care to join me?
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