Cras melior est.
Looking with dismay at the role of adventurer? Disappointment with a gift of haberdashery? Disbelief at the weak protection from the sun afforded by a cheap imitation pith helmet? Used for “Fear & Loathing in Kilimanjaro,” Esquire. (Should have made more sure of a blank background.)
I don’t think this one is too labor-intensive, but given this organization’s intense laziness recently… Go to Awkward Stock Photos. Get the feeling, the flavor, the je ne sais quois of the place. Create your own. Post here in a separate post. Explain it. ALTERNATE ASSIGNMENT: Steal one of the ones there and create a [...]
Hey, look, an assignment. I know we’re all about the cras melior est, but honestly, can we pull together on this one? A food writer at the NYT wrote a half-assed column matching drinks to movies. I think we can do better.
I don’t really believe that there’s a curse on my music, but I do. The universe conspires so that something happens to prevent any piece of mine from actually being performed. If a piece is performed, something happens to make it flawed. I am not counting the two or three times we’ve sung through William [...]
Easy one, guys. Design a tattoo for yourself using any of the rationales above. Post.
From the quote rotator: I said to myself: I cannot possibly believe that, and as I was saying it I noticed I had already believed it a second time. —GCL, G.9 The assignment is to write a short disquisition on something you find you cannot possibly believe, yet do. (Remember to tag your post with [...]
Repeating my first submission, from the comment within Dale’s post: Brine Spry Sigh Fear Oomph Sex Seeping Clocked Annoying Sane And my second one, which I’ve been holding back to work on a bit: Who flows, knows, phases, cuts through… sinks through. Stays. Settles. Soaks through… …new waves dies.