(more) adventures in big little antique malls
Hadn’t been to the I-76 Antique Mall in years but I more than made up for lost time today:
The Dick Tracy Playing Card game (all cards present!) and Big Little Book date from 1934 and ‘35 (same as the Pop-Up book), respectively, and are in exquisite condition; The Shadow pulp (July 1944), has, on the other hand, clearly lived a life – but I’ve always wanted to own an original Shadow pulp. And, five bucks later, I did.
Bit of a theme with the last photo, but hey, I’m a sucker for secret agent stuff, particularly if they’re created by Ian Fleming and Dashiell Hammett (SECRET AGENT X-9 was not, unfortunately, written by Hammett - THAT would have been a find; G-MEN ON THE JOB was next to SECRET AGENT X-9 so I said what the hell).
Shelves… I need more… shelves…
"A hell of a place to make your fortune": 2004 ad for DEADWOOD | via
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A day in the life of living on ransom: How high costs for diabetes medications have led to a flourishing black market | NBC News
😮: Spider-Man Noir Series From Oren Uziel In Works At Amazon | Deadline
Stunning: OMA creates "stage for storytelling" for Dior exhibition in Tokyo | Dezeen
Geralt got hammered: Someone Help This Witcher 3 Fan Who's Being Haunted By A Hammer | Kotaku
Hopefully gets Winham the credit she deserves for shaping a generation of music photography: Fever Technique: The Spectral Photography Of Francine Winham | The Quietus
The Emancipatory Visions of a Sex Magician: Paschal Beverly Randolph’s Occult Politics | The Public Domain Review
Figured this was why TCM did another special: Warren Beatty’s Dick Tracy Battles His Toughest Foe: Copyright Lawyers | Vanity Fair
Two years old today.
up for air
TIL: I'm incapable of moving on to the next bit until I get the right words for the current section / passage: any and all efforts to do otherwise are condemned to fuckall zilch, a wasteland of self-doubt, bruised foreheads, and spent dry erase markers.
Came into crystal this morning, when I decided, on a lark (the nothing left to lose varietal), to split a section and found that doing so was the opening (or, rather, the necessary expansion of rhythm) I needed to go deeper and give the words already written the space to breathe and become something more.
Lesson: even the most breathless passages need to breathe.
