James Thurber

5 hidden to lurk on the furky lake

11. Decent collection of James Thurber fables. Dude had a series of glass eyes he would change out at parties, each one for his drink level at the time, each a little bit more red-eyed. He also had an American flag glass eye. He would go to the bathroom, toss in the flag eye, reenter the party.

5. Holy shit! Jeff either snagged the shark, lost his best spoon, or this:

About two weeks ago I tried living as if I were an indie writer.

Oh, the writerly worries of “going indie.” Though it’s one of those things where genre writers think indie means genre. As if genre is subversive. Or indie. Or that they correlate. Or something. Some tidbits, though, or why would I even yawn it here?

14444. Aimee Bender interview in Guernica.

1. Avant-Garde time capsule found.

9.  Is caffeine important to the writer? How much do you use?

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November 16th, 2010 / 6:29 pm

Taking old one-eye to the optometrist

Dr. Millmoss gave hippo gas.

Dr. Millmoss gave hippo gas.

Had some minor eye surgery today. Negotiating the New York City subway with no depth perception (they taped an aesthetically displeasing patch to my face) is tricky business. Would it kill them to use some Snake Plissken apparel? Anyway, I started Interneting one-eyed artists, and revisitedsome of the timeless cartoons of James Thurber, one of which I share now with you all, my beloved dual-eyed brethren. Beware of hippo, nature’s most aggressively hungry creature.

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September 16th, 2009 / 11:44 am