So good to meet you Patrick, I look forward to you bein' my Mayn Man Maynard! :-)
A Perfect Union of Contrary Things by Sarah Jensen with Maynard James Keenan (page 99)
"But it was Marynard's aviary, the unconventional hours he kept, his habit of quietly observing as if he were recording impressions for some future use, that the others found the most perplexing.
In the morning, he rose late, leisurely poured himself a bowl of Cheerios, and was in no hurry to join the others in their rushed commute to the office. "We thought, 'What planet is this guy from?'"..."
J**** Ch*** the apple Tree by Anthea Dove (page 42-43)
A great gale arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped.
[Once in the boat, Mark tells us, he fell asleep 'on a cushion'; this is a picture no-one else includes but gives us the impression that J**** relaxed comfortably, at home among his friends.]
Yang Xiong and the Pleasures of Reading and Classical Learning in China by Michael ♀ Nylan (page 26-27)
Yang was a"recluse in the wine," "hiding in the crowd" - a person who straddled officialdom and reclusion while juggling moral seriousness with indulgence in sensual pleasure... "Had Yang Xiong not been so very poor, he could never have written his Taixuan (Canon of Supreme Mystery)." ... Huan Tan repeatedly characterized Yang's utter "disregard for material possessions" as a paradoxical "blind spot in an otherwise intelligent man."
You're the best! I expect to Always give Ya no less. - Joey B.
Feel free to reach out to me for all your filmmaking and storytelling Needs:-) and remember! Hold her steady:
House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski
"...behind the man are slamming shut, one after another after another, which still does not prevent the figure from firing. "Awwwwwwwwwww sh*t!" Reston shouts. But Navidson keeps his Nikon steady and focused, the motor chewing up a whole roll of film as the flash angrily slashes out at the prevailing darkness, ultimately capturing this dark form vanishing behind a closing door, even though a hole the size of a fist punches through the muntin, the round powerful enough to propel the bullet into the second door, though not powerful enough to do more than splinter a panel, before this damage along with even the sound from the blast disappears behind the roar of more slamming doors, the last one finally hammering shut, leaving the room saturated in silence. (pg. 217*-238)
Thanks man, it was truly a lucky experience to meet you. :-) will hope to see you aroun' for future rentals! :-)
Who answered, Give me a blessing; for thou hast given me a south land; give me also springs of water. And he gave her the upper springs, and the nether springs.
Let me know the next time you wanna come down to the Holy land o' South Park!? :-) - Joseph L. B.