Every page of every issue of Desert Magazine. Via the wonderful Cold Splinters of course.
Every page of every issue of Desert Magazine. Via the wonderful Cold Splinters of course.

Song Acadian Driftwood
Artist The Band
Album Northern Lights-Southern Cross
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noisetank727
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I don’t like to be a shill for my place of business, but I wanted to highlight an oddity among the Times’ internet ventures: The New York Times Store. There you will find various “rare and newsworthy items” for sale – historical documents, autographs, patent models, photographs, collectibles and memorabilia. Their collection of 20th century exhibitions/shows/concerts posters is nicely curated. Their selection of wooden ship models is quite bizarre and of course, awesome.

Song Hyacinth House
Artist The Doors
Album L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman celebrated its 40th birthday last year with a remastered release and extra tracks and takes. So dark and dirty, yet so much fun.
“Early LP editions of the album were uniquely packaged: the album’s cover was die-cut to remove a near-rectangular piece of it, with a sheet of transparent plastic on which the cover photo of the Doors was printed, glued in place in its stead.” — Wikipedia

Song Time To Kill
Artist The Band
Album Stage Fright
A 1970 single from Stage Fright. I can never get enough of this record.
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nedison
Every so often my old shitty useless mortgage broker emails me about his exciting move to a new shitty bank where he is sure to displease and be less than mediocre at the expense of his clients once again before moving on to the next pile of garbage financial institution. I keep putting his emails into the spam folder, but since his email changes like his allegiance from one turd factory to the next, he keeps getting through. Here is my response to him today:
Please take me off your distribution list permanently. I love hearing about all the companies you bounce around to and fro, and imagining all the mildly annoyed and dissatisfied clients in your wake, but I literally have no need for your services now or ever again. Thanks.
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