Fortress of Dorkitude

This Blog Contains things that inspire me to inspire others.

For the time being I'm keeping a blog schedule as a way to keep my brain in order.

Monday - Music

Tuesday - Photography

Wednesday - Comedy

Thursday - TV

Friday - Film

Saturday - Art

Sunday - Literature and Miscellaneous

I will take the world at its word and allow that there are those who have experienced great love in their lives. This must be so. So much fuss is made over it. It follows that there are others who have loved but came to realize over time that what they had was merely the shadow of a greater possibility.
Sag Harbor by Colson Whitehead
The word phobic has its place when properly used, but lately it’s been declawed by the pompous insistence that most animosity is based upon fear rather than loathing. No credit is given for distinguishing between these two very different emotions. I fear snakes. I hate computers. My hatred is entrenched, and I nourish it daily. I’m comfortable with it, and no community outreach program will change my mind.
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
Back in the car, he suggests that she stay at his place for the night. Mirabelle takes this as an expression of his caring, which it is. It is just that his caring is a potion, mixed with one part benevolent altruist and one part chimpanzee penis.
Shopgirl by Steve Martin
People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos: we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby

I know somewhere in me, that it’s not her being stupid. I understand on one level, that she doesn’t know, that everything’s up in the air. But that’s no use to me. You know the worst thing about being rejected? The lack of control. If I could only control the when and how of being dumped by somebody, then it wouldn’t seem as bad. But then, of course, it wouldn’t be rejection, would it? It would be by mutual consent. It would be musical differences. I would be leaving to pursue a solo career.

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby

The clerk shrugged and said that all of Mexico was a collage of diverse and wide-ranging homages.
“Every single thing in this country is an homage to everything in the world, even the things that haven’t happened yet,” he said.
2666 by Roberto Bolano