How I wish I’d come up with that title, and its premise: once a month for six months, Ladies and Gentlemen will ship you a vintage children’s book, for your entertainment and edification.
A subscription will set you back $100. Nostalgia? It ain’t cheap.
Behold the Chronicle Books twice-yearly blowout sale. Until August 5th, you can score 35% off plus free shipping (um, yes please!) on all purchases by entering code FRIENDS at checkout.
Moleskine and big, chunky tomes on strange animals, here I come. I’m off to spend the rest of my day with my nose (and mouse) buried in the virtual stacks.
And you’re going to have to page through her 83647 books to find it.
(Bonus points for the fact that it’s cloaked in a book entitled “Profitable Real Estate.”)
For the life of me, I can’t figure out why this McSweeney’s bundle–featuring the hilarious, illustrated Noisy Outlaws and the thoughtful, unillustrated Future Dictionary of America–is only $9. Plus, you get a free CD, with rarities from R.E.M., Tom Waits, David Byrne, Death Cab for Cutie, and Elliott Smith.
But hey! Why I am complaining? I think that’s what the Future Dictionary would call “ungrateful.”
I’ve had this post waiting in the wings for some time (get it? I’m so punny!), but since Mincing Mockingbird hit the front page of Etsy today, I figured I’d better publish it before he sold out. You see, I have a thing for bird prints; at last count, I have 23, mostly arranged on one wall in my dining room. I own three of Mincing’s pieces, and you know how at Disney’s Haunted Mansion the paintings’ eyes follow you around the room? His work has a much more soulful kind of creep.
And because the hilarious titles of his paintings–such as the name of this post (and titular print in the book), and the pleasantly misanthropic “Any Poetic Impressions Of Life I Have Are Usually Ruined When Someone Starts Talking”–are on full display, this book would be a prime candidate for leaving propped on your bookcase.
