Papercraft Cthulhu

Got bored today and, like someone wanting to please an ancient god, sleeping beneath the surface of the ocean, waiting for the time to come and dwarf the Earth in its cosmic, eldritch enormity--fearful of the Great Old Ones--knowing the veritable hell that awaits humanity when their omnipotent whims turn toward mankind, I decided to make a minimalist paper Cthulhu.

For more information on Cthulhu (pronounced "Kuh-too-loo" by those not gifted with the ancient tongue of the Shoggoths) go to Wikipedia.  Or read my older post about H.P. Lovecraft.

You can also read "The Call of Cthulhu" online, go to TV Tropes, or go to Rhode Island where surely your soul shall not be stolen, but rather rendered meaningless by the cosmic horror that awaits you at the H.P. Lovecraft convention, which I guess they have.

Appropriate music:

"Common People" by Pulp

I visited a billionaire's house today for work-related reasons and, outside of being an amazing estate, it made me reconsider Marxism and etc., etc., gave me an excuse to listen to Pulp, and as you see here, to post the epic song "Common People."  What a very 90s video it is, too.

Paul Theroux writes like he has a hangover

The function of travel writing, if it needs one--the function of any writing, really, or any art--is to either entertain, or interest, or inform, or express some great pretentious truth.  Travel writing is fun, or should be fun, because it should be a.) entertaining--boy, vacation, that's gotta be good times! b.) informative, because hey--other countries?  Surely I'll learn something!  and c.) interesting, i.e., surely there's a reason to keep reading.

"Deep Night," by Sonny Clark

One of the better tracks from "Cool Struttin'" by Sonny Clark, one of those jazz albums I bought years ago but haven't listened to nearly enough.  Hard bop is the term for it, according to Wikipedia.
Fun Wiki-fact: trumpeter Art Farmer, who plays on this track, rented his trumpet out to Miles Davis who had had to sell his own for drugs.  Not-so-fun-fact: Miles Davis died in Santa Monica, not so far from where I live.  I'm going to have to go pay my respects some time, In a Silent Way.  The thought makes me Kind of Blue--he really was Somethin' Else!*

*Somethin' Else is a great album, and he plays on it, but it's Cannonball Adderley's claim to fame, so I'm only including this in the Groaner-Title-Drop-fest because I couldn't think of a better third without using one of the albums with the word 'Miles' in the title.