The really good things in life–the things you remember and treasure and anticipate and fear and take you by complete surprise–should only be done once. That initial rush of beauty and free-fall can never be equaled; any attempt will, in fact, lessen the initial experience,
The really good things in life should only be done once.
But some things are so very good that they should never be done at…
Holy shit: black guys! Those two were the easiest human beings to find on the planet this afternoon.
The Dead didn’t have much cross-over appeal to the so-called “urban” audience. (“Urban” means black, “ethnic” means Jew, and “New Yorker” means gay Jew.) Pigpen tried to win African-Americans over one fox at a time, but that was more of a motif than an actual Hearts and Minds program.
Like all properly nerdy sub-cultures, Enthusiasm has its shibboleths and jargon, which serve two purposes (as do all shibboleths and jargon): providing a shortcut to an oft-mentioned larger concept for the people within the group, and providing a tempting, but baffling barrier to the outsider.
The most enduring, yet unnoticed, memetic soldier in the Dead’s iconography is the “>” linking one song…
All kidding aside: that Fu is true blue, one of a select few. It imbues this dude with ‘tude, and voodoo.
…what more you want?
Pig thought Jay Leno was a poseur. I think he’s wearing denim underwear in this picture.
In honor of Pig’s death this day 41 years ago, Terrible Dead Art presents this drawing in which everything is drawn from a slightly different perspective and looking at it for too long will make your brain want to stab you.
And leave it on.
Worst driver’s license photo ever.
There was the back, and then there was the back-back: this pool table-sized blank space with a jagged carpet. There were no vents and the thing was just class and hammered Detroit steel, so you had to handle the temperature with the stoicism of a pioneer woman burying her thirteenth child. (Seriously: all these people did was bury children. I’m surprised they had any time to make Indian women…
In a way, the N-word is tougher on White people than it is for Blacks.
You’re kidding me.
I have a point here, hyperbolic as my opening gambit might have been
Get to it pronto, numbnuts.
You never show up this early.
There’s an alarm that goes off in the office when you start discussing race relations.
There’s an office?
If I can proceed: that word represents hundreds of years of…
Here we see the front section of San Francisco’s favorite dragon in the Chinese New Year’s parade, Burning Panda Singing with the Wind.