Rival Planet

The tumblr of Alexander Chee.

(via towirr) Lately I keep wanting to draw. I am thinking of a quote from when I heard Marjane Satrapi speak at Smith College a few years ago. She said, “I write what I can’t draw and I draw what I can’t write.”

Drawings like this make me want to just slink inside the page they’re on.

Irish dolphins and Irish surfers.

Skybarn: Are New Yorkers suddenly starting to believe that they are angry even... 

Are New Yorkers suddenly starting to believe that they are angry even though they are not, in fact, angry. It reminds me of my twins when they were infants. One would cry and then the other would cry because they thought they were the one that was upset. It’s no fault of New Yorkers who have never…

Found via the Awl. So sanity-making.

maudnewton:

(via willyblackmore)

 My friend Gerard told this amazing story today:

Gérard de Nerval had a lobster named Thibault, which he was sometimes seen walking on a blue silk leash through the gardens of the Palais-Royal. He was once asked how he could consider lobsters as pets. “They are peaceful, serious creatures,” he replied. “They know the secrets of the deep and they don’t bark.”

I googled his name and for some reason this image appeared, an amazing Egon Schiele drawing of what I can only think is a transvestite. This is my favorite sort of mistake.

If it is a mistake.

"I’m training at a new restaurant where the waiters make a great deal of money, but I don’t want to be a waiter for too much longer, because I feel like I’ve been standing up in a loud dark room for two years, which, if you wait tables in New York full time, is exactly what you’ve been doing." 

From a statement of purpose I wrote in 1998 for a grant I didn’t get. Bastards.

Ye gods, really, is all I have to say about this one.

silverwig:

Sunday morning beefcake:

Sonny Bill Williams of Belfast, during the Canterbury Club Rugby match between Belfast and Lincoln University at Sheldon Park on August 7, 2010 in Christchurch, New Zealand.

Where has this comic been all my life?

comicallyvintage:

I’ll Only Hurt You If I Don’t Get Out Of Your Life!

I’ve had recurring dreams that looked a little like this. In the dreams, I was in a house I knew to be my mom’s, but a house that is unlike the one I grew up in, and the one she lives in now. I find a library that opens down and down for floors, and people are living in the shelves, with entire apartments. 

desassassins:

libraryland:

teachingliteracy:

source.

Walking the strip in Santa Monica, by the Georgian Hotel.