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A SCRAPBOOK OF STUFF I'M READING / LISTENING TO / LOOKING AT.
Stand up and keep your childishness.
Read all the pedants’ screeds and strictures.
But don’t believe in anything
That can’t be told in coloured pictures.
(Thx, ayjay)
Bobby Womack and Ron Wood, 1975
There’s a fantastic Guardian interview with Bobby Womack online, conducted recently in his hospital room, after getting the all-clear from colon cancer:
…everything he says is fascinating, an endless stream of anecdotes with an impossibly starry cast drawn from what may be the most remarkable CV in music: he is, as Albarn notes, “like Zelig”. He formed his first gospel group with his five brothers before he had reached his teens. A few years later, their father kicked them out when they announced they wanted to play secular music. They were mentored by Sam Cooke, who moved them to LA and whose band Womack joined, touring a segregated America. “Sam used to tell me, whenever you got some money, you go get yourself a good ring and a good watch. Why would I need that? And Sam would say, you might have to get outta town quickly, before you get paid, and you can always hock that ring and that watch.”
He played with James Brown and Ray Charles and toured with a young Jimi Hendrix. He wrote It’s All Over Now, which the Rolling Stones turned into a global hit… He spent time as a session guitarist in Memphis, where he played with Aretha Franklin, Wilson Pickett and on Dusty Springfield’s Dusty In Memphis. He also played on Elvis Presley’s Suspicious Minds, which didn’t impress him much either. “People say: ‘What did you think of Elvis Presley?’ I say: ‘He wasn’t shit. Everything he got he stole.’”
Here’s a great new site of Bobby’s history — I was so excited to see Bobby in Houston next weekend, but now they’ve postponed the show until June 30th. Still, I feel lucky he’s still coming!
Here’s a little Rdio playlist of his career I put together:
“The beautifulness of Saturday over and over.” Lynda Barry on her unplugged life, in a (1997?) handwritten letter
Picasso, the vampire

Here’s a fun art story about the Romanian sculptor Constantin Brâncuși and Pablo “Art is theft” Picasso, from John Richardson’s A Life of Picasso: The Triumphant Years, 1917-1932 (Vol 3).
Brancusi, who’d had several of his sculptural ideas ripped off from Pablo, “was anything but an admirer of Picasso or his work”:
[He] disapproved of [one of] of Picasso’s fundamental characteristics—one that was all too familiar to the latter’s fellow artists and friends—his habit of making off not so much with their ideas as with their energy. “Picass is a cannibal,” Brancusi said. He had a point. After a pleasurable day in Picasso’s company, those present were apt to end up suffering from collective nervous exhaustion. Picasso had made off with their energy and would go off to his studio and spend all night living off it. Brancusi hailed from vampire country and knew about such things, and he was not going to have his energy or the fruits of his energy appropriated by Picasso.
Lynda Barry has a bit where she talks about choosing to hang out with werewolves instead of vampires. I tried to find it online, but all I found was this bit, which I think Brancusi would’ve dug:

Comics: Philosophy & Practice - May 18-20, 2012 // University of Chicago
This. Was. SO. FUN!
Wow. What a lineup. Anybody know if the sessions were archived?
Cosmonaut iPad stylus from Studio Neat
Okay, heard about this thing a while back, but then realized you could get it on Amazon for $25. It’s awesome. Like drawing with a big fat crayon. And dig the packaging!
The Expectant Father and Bringing Up Bebe
I know what you’re thinking: oh great, he announces he’s procreating and now he’s a daddyblogger. Nah, it’s just that this is a place where I post what I’m reading, and honestly, I’m reading a lot of parenting books. (Also, you never know when this stuff will come in handy — I remember bookmarking parenting tips from Kottke and Boing Boing a few years ago, and now I’m glad I did.)
So, let’s make this quick.
The Expectant Father is as advertised: it’ll take you month by month through your wife’s pregnancy and tell you what to expect. In fact, each month so far I’ve read the list of symptoms in the “What she’s going through this month” section and my wife just nods along. Also, because this book boils things down so much, it actually doubles as a good reference for your wife.
Okay, I actually like Pamela Druckerman’s Bringing Up Bebe a lot, and I’ve been describing it as French Women Don’t Get Fat for parenting, even though I’ve never read that book, and judging by the reactions I get from using it as a reference point, it’s probably awful. The gist of Bebe is that French parents are anti-helicopter: they don’t make the kiddo the center of the universe, they see it as a little human who needs help joining the ranks of the rest of us, which translates to establishing firm boundaries, a strict sleep and meal schedule, saying “no” a lot and teaching them to wait1, exposing them to lots of different foods and cultural experiences, and giving them lots of uninterrupted free time. (Sign me up!) This book also made me want to read/research Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s Emile: Or, On Education and the work of Francoise Dolto, who unfortunately, has very little of her work translated into English.
OK, now for the mom and dad veterans out there — what parenting books should I read? Tweet at me.
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“French parents don’t worry that they’re going to damage their kids by frustrating them. To the contrary, they think their kids will be damaged if they can’t cope with frustration….French experts and parents believe that hearing ‘no’ rescues children from the tyranny of their own desires… Making kids face up to limitations and deal with frustration turns them into happier, more resilient people.” ↩




