DJ Misctag:www.djmisc.com,2007-11-07://12008-07-22T20:47:38ZPut the data you have uncovered to beneficial use.Movable Type Publishing Platform 4.01a tremendously important part of a well-designed layouttag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89842008-07-22T17:40:14Z2008-07-22T20:47:38Z —Renaldo C. Epworth, Fundamentals of Layout for Advertising, 1948....dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
—Renaldo C. Epworth, Fundamentals of Layout for Advertising, 1948.
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bluebottle tennistag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89822008-07-21T18:03:52Z2008-07-21T20:52:30Z“When we got to our room, I sat down on Ruth’s bed, close to the window—the sun had warmed the blanket—and she sat on mine over by the back wall. There was a bluebottle buzzing around, and for a minute...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
‘I want me and Tommy to get back together again. Kathy, will you help?’ Then she asked: ‘What’s the matter?’”
—Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go, 2005. ]]>
The snow was graytag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89812008-07-21T17:12:02Z2008-07-21T17:13:09Z“The snow was gray against the sky, soft on his lashes. It fell without a sound.” —Cormac McCarthy, Child of God, 1973....dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
—Cormac McCarthy, Child of God, 1973.]]>
ink treestag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89802008-07-21T17:04:33Z2008-07-21T17:11:37Z“Alone in the empty shell of a house the squatter watched through the moteblown glass a rimshard of bonecolored moon come cradling up over the black balsams on the ridge, ink trees a facile hand had sketched against the paler...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
—Cormac McCarthy, Child of God, 1973.]]>
a different colored pair of drawers for every day of the weektag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89792008-07-21T17:03:01Z2008-07-21T17:03:41Z“He had eyes for a long blonde flatshanked daughter that used to sit with her legs propped so that you could see her drawers, She laughed all the time. He’d never seen her in a pair of shoes but she...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
—Cormac McCarthy, Child of God, 1973.
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night of the large few stars!tag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89772008-07-18T22:45:04Z2008-07-18T23:02:47Z“Press close bare-bosomed night—press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds—night of the large few stars! Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.” —Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1892 edition....dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
Night of south winds—night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.”
—Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1892 edition. ]]>
one pale startag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89762008-07-18T22:12:06Z2008-07-18T22:19:51Z“Across the narrow, quivering line of water, the delicate budding branches of young trees were limned black against the gold, orange,—what word is there to tell the color of that morning sky! And steeped in the splendor of it hung...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
She stayed there motionless upon the brink of the
river till the star melted into the brightness of the day and became
part of it.”
—Kate Chopin, ‘Tante Cat’rinette’, from A Night in Acadie, 1897.]]>
a purple misttag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89752008-07-18T22:07:06Z2008-07-21T16:46:35Z“The excitement was all over, and they were gone. How still it was when they were gone! Mamzelle Aurélie stood upon the gallery, looking and listening. She could no longer see the cart; the red sunset and the blue-gray twilight...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
—Kate Chopin, ‘Regret’, from A Night in Acadie, 1897.]]>
green teatag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89782008-07-18T16:47:28Z2008-07-21T16:51:19Z“She would not permit green tea to be introduced into her house, and those who could not or would not drink coffee might drink tisane of fleur de Laurier for all she cared.” —Kate Chopin, ‘A Matter of Prejudice’, from...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
fleur de Laurier for all she cared.”
—Kate Chopin, ‘A Matter of Prejudice’, from A Night in Acadie, 1897.]]>
Vernacular Baton Rouge: AVOs FOOD MARTtag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89742008-07-16T23:29:05Z2008-07-18T22:04:00Z 2964 Government Street. I like that F....dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
2964 Government Street. I like that F.
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the color of café-au-laittag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89732008-07-15T23:27:10Z2008-07-15T23:29:57Z“‘La belle Zoraide had eyes that were so dusky, so beautiful, that any man who gazed too long into their depths was sure to lose his head, and even his heart sometimes. Her soft, smooth skin was the color of...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
café-au-lait.’”
—Kate Chopin, ‘La Belle Zoraide’, from Bayou Folk, 1894.]]>
‘Here’s money!’tag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89722008-07-14T22:33:43Z2008-07-15T23:24:06Zdj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
The thing in falling shattered, and from its
bursting sides gold came, clicking, spinning, gliding, some of it like
oil; rolling along the table and off it to the floor, but heaped up,
the bulk of it, before the tramp.
‘Here’s money!’ he called out, plunging his old hand in the thick of it.”
—Kate Chopin, ‘A Wizard from Gettysburg’, from Bayou Folk, 1894.]]>
white, bursting cotton, with the dew upon ittag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89712008-07-14T22:27:09Z2008-07-14T22:31:42Z“When she had made her way through the brush and scrub cottonwood-trees that lined the opposite bank, she found herself upon the border of a field where the white, bursting cotton, with the dew upon it, gleamed for acres and...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
—Kate Chopin, ‘Beyond the Bayou’, from Bayou Folk, 1894.]]>
the red rosetag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89702008-07-14T22:01:55Z2008-07-14T22:32:32Z“He held the rose by its long, hardy stem, and swept it lightly and caressingly across her forehead, along her cheek, and over her pretty mouth and chin, as a lover might have done with his lips. He noticed how...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
—Kate Chopin, ‘In and Out of Old Natchitoches’, from Bayou Folk, 1894. ]]>
ultimate beautytag:www.djmisc.com,2008://1.89692008-07-12T17:42:51Z2008-07-12T19:13:08Z“You know how it is. A three-hundred dollar suit doesn’t knock your eye out. A Ming vase doesn’t shriek for attention. But the ultimate beauty, the perfection, is there; and you’ll always see it if you look long enough, see...dj mischttp://www.djmisc.com/
Even if you’ve caught so much crap in your eyes that
you’re half-blind in one and can’t see out of the other . . .”
—Jim Thompson, WIld Town, 1957. The ellipses are his. ]]>
