Graphic Designer Dad Illustrates His Kids’ Lunch Bags Almost Every Day Since 2008
Graphic designer and competitor for Best Dad Ever David LaFerriere has been drawing illustrations on his children’s sandwich bags since 2008. Lucky for us he photographs almost every single one, over 1,100 of which you can explore over on Flickr. (via quipsologies)
Join The Paris Review tomorrow for McNally Jackson and Housing Works Bookstore Cafe’s inaugural Downtown Literary Festival, a daylong celebration of New York City’s literary culture. The festival will take place at both bookstores simultaneously throughout the day, followed by a happy hour mingle at Housing Works Bookstore and an after-party at Pravda, featuring Russian literature–themed cocktails.
We will present selections from The Paris Review’s archives, with readings of the poetry of Barbara Guest and Bernadette Mayer by Hettie Jones, Jim Carroll’s The Basketball Diaries by Hailey Gates, and a performance of Jack Kerouac’s 1968 Art of Fiction interview by Paul Lazar, of Big Dance Theatre.
Fast Talking: Downtown Writing from The Paris Review Archive
Sunday, April 14, 1 P.M.–1:45 P.M.
52 Prince Street
We’re teaming up with KQED Pop and Do415 to present Spring Fever: A Night of Literature, Live Radio, Comedy and Music!
Join us at for a feverous night at San Francisco’s Verdi Club on Friday, April 19th, 7pm. Free with RSVP!
Featuring comedian Sean Keane, literary super-team Wendy MacNaughton and Caroline Paul, KQED Science reporter Lauren Sommer, Amy Standen of KQED’s Quest and New York Times contributor Chris Colin.
Music provided by Indie electro pop outfit James & Evander and a very special surprise musical headliner!
Coffee flavor chart at my local coffee shop, Mocha Joe’s, in Brattleboro, VT
This landscape with its somber skies
Must have fallen in love
With a story by Edgar Allan Poe.
One of its birch trees could be his Eleonora,
And the other, further on, Ligeia.
Life is a dream within a dream,
Whisper the fallen leaves under our feet.
The old house, softly lit from within
By its copper pots and mirrors,
Seems even more abandoned this evening.
What if I were to knock on its door?
Keeping in mind, as I push it open
And enter cautiously, that for Poe
Beauty could be the cause of sudden death.