Bill Cheng's Blog, page 54
December 9, 2013
karanablue:
mikerugnetta:
Jack Cheng’s XOXO Talk was maybe my...
Jack Cheng’s XOXO Talk was maybe my favorite. You can watch it here. And should.
If you’re a writer watch this.
December 8, 2013
December 5, 2013
I've been trying to attend book events in NYC, and it's really hard to find a list of things happening around the city without going to each individual bookstore/publisher's site. Do you have any tips to help find book or author events going on?
Oh hm! This is hard. There used to be Book Boroughing, but it looks like they’ve gone quiet. Surely though we’re forgetting something—and so we open it up to the world. World?
You can say the soul is gone and close another door
Just be sure...
You can say the soul is gone and close another door
Just be sure that yours is not the one
December 4, 2013
nortonism:
Here are 10 photos (out of 22) from my series Racial...
Here are 10 photos (out of 22) from my series Racial Microaggressions. I have asked my friends on the Fordham University Lincoln Center campus to write down an instance of racial microaggression they have faced on a poster for me to take a picture of them.
fantagraphics:
Final day Kickstarter reward addition for the...
Final day Kickstarter reward addition for the deep-pocketed collector, at $6000:
CHRIS WARE ORIGINAL: Original art for Chicago-based band 5ive Style featuring everyone’s favorite, Jimmy Corrigan. From the always rockin’ Sub Pop label, this artwork is approximately 15” x 29”. Circa 1994. A nice bit of Seattle music/comics history for your wall or collection.
thescriptsupervisor:
bycheng:
Who is Andy Weir and why do I...
Who is Andy Weir and why do I want to read his book so badly?
I JUST FINISHED THIS BOOK AND I’VE NEVER BEEN SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT POTATOES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
Did the audiobook… RIGHT?
December 2, 2013
theparisreview:
“Let me repeat. I have not read all the work of...
“Let me repeat. I have not read all the work of this present generation of writing. I have not had time yet. So I must speak only of the ones I do know. I am thinking now of what I rate the best one, Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, perhaps because this one expresses so completely what I have tried to say. A youth, father to what will—must—someday be a man, more intelligent than some and more sensitive than most, who—he would not even have called it by instinct because he did not know he possessed it because God perhaps had put it there, loved man and wished to be a part of mankind, humanity, who tried to join the human race and failed. To me, his tragedy was not that he was, as he perhaps thought, not tough enough or brave enough or deserving enough to be accepted into humanity. His tragedy was that when he attempted to enter the human race, there was no human race there. There was nothing for him to do save buzz, frantic and inviolate, inside the glass wall of his tumbler, until he either gave up or was himself, by himself, by his own frantic buzzing, destroyed.”
—William Faulkner’s from “A Word to Young Writers.”
