The Emptiness

Bury me as a pencil

OK, when I die, please make pencils out of me. What could be more fitting for a person obsessed with all things paper and ways to mark it?

"Carbon Copies
Pencils made from the carbon of human cremains. 240 pencils can be made from an average body of ash - a lifetime supply of pencils for those left behind."

It's probably an April Fools, but a nice idea all the same.
You are also allowed to grind the ashes to make ink. :)

Get tattoo, go to prison for two years

Link: Marines face tattoo ban, Guardian Unlimited.

Outstanding.

Art, the kind that lasts

Scythian tattoo (front),
originally uploaded by Niklas Dahlin.

Gunnar Foley (http://www.gunnarfoley.com/) did an excellent job on my arm the other day. The design is old, Scythian. More in the same style will follow. The back is here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dahlin/425538301/

In praise of the slacker-hipsters

Too true: Salon's Cary Tennis wants to know when we lost the troubled slacker as cultural icon.

Give yourself a break, my man. If you are depressed and have a drug problem or have a metabolic imbalance, then that's some serious stuff and you need medical care. But if you simply lack ambition, I take my hat off to you. The world is way too full already of overly ambitious fucks elbowing us out of the way on the streetcar.

Burroughs interview at The Paris Review

The 1965 interview with William S. Burrougs in The Paris Review is finally online:

Link: The Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 36.