April 14 – 18, 2024
- The relationship between Kafka and Kurdish
- An interview with Robert Crumb biographer Dan Nadel
- What AI means for music
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“The French brought perfume to New Orleans and, with it, the scent known as oil of jasmine. In the brothels the whores dabbed oil of jasmine behind their ears, on the backs of their knees and wrists.”
“I stood in so many lines to bring my mum back it wasn’t even funny. I paid the broker’s fees, I paid the transport costs and sales tax up-front, I paid cabbies to ferry me all around town to the various offices I had interviews at, and even so I almost lost my job, because to get a return you have to be in the right offices during the right hours and if you have even a single stamp out of place on a single page of the application, or if you’ve gone to the wrong notary or miss just one appointment, you have to start the whole process all over again, and that can take year.”
“I loved Newport, but I loved San Onofre more. It was forty miles farther south, a little patch of undeveloped shore surrounded by a big Marine base. The Beckets stuffed their Volkswagen bus full of kids and gear and headed down there on weekends. ”
“From the second floor Oliveira could see the street was beginning to show signs of life. A green and blue bus went past, the white interior lights still on, and stopped to drop off a passenger.”