Kodachrome Quotes

When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all

I use that word endlessly: "primitive." "Oh, the primitive world," I say. "What instinctive truths were lost with it!" And while I sit there, baiting a poor, unimaginative woman with the word that freaky boy tries to conjure the reality! I sit looking at pages of centaurs trampling the soil of Argos - and outside my window he is trying to become one, in a Hampshire field! ... I watch that woman knitting, night after night - a woman I haven't kissed in six years - and he stands in the dark for an hour, sucking the sweat of his God's hairy cheek! Then in the morning, I put away my books on the cultural shelf, close up the Kodachrome snaps of Mount Olympus, touch my reproduction statue of Dionysus for luck - and go off to hospital to treat him for insanity. Do you see?

By some estimates, the data-storage curve is rocketing upward at the rate of 800 percent per year. Organizations are collecting so much data they're overwhelmed. Families are no different; we have more things on disk, more photos, more items stored than we'll ever have to allocate time for. "Since Kodachrome made way for jpeg, pictures accumulate on hard drives like wet leaves in a gutter." (Jim Lewis, author of "The King is Dead")

Il telescopio completò la sua inclinazione, ribaltandomi al punto che mi trovai a faccia in giù, e vidi su cosa davano i portelli aperti, su cosa stavo penzolando. C’era lava sotto di noi, un cratere pieno, arancio e rosso ardenti, e nella lava c’erano donne, che tendevano le dita per toccare il metallo del telescopio, premendoci contro le unghie. Vidi le radici incandescenti del mondo, e il modo in cui le donne ci si erano aggrovigliate, le bocche aperte, un mormorio assordante come il vento che sradica gli alberi. Vidi la moglie del signor Loury, la sua versione in pellicola Kodachrome, la pelle bianca e i capelli luminosi, gli occhi grandi e bistrati dalle ciglia finte. Mancavano gli occhiali da sole che portava sempre. Era nuda, le lunghe braccia attaccate con ferocia e coperte di vesciche, le costole scarne e le anche sporgenti. Vieni qui, disse, muovendo le labbra senza produrre suono, e il suo rossetto era perfetto. Altre madri erano lì, e le conoscevo. Ero stata ai loro funerali ed ero andata a scuola con i loro figli abbandonati. Avevo visto le X dove loro non c’erano. Vidi tutte le donne morte al centro della terra, e poi le vidi tendere le braccia verso l’alto dove io penzolavo. Vidi la mia terza madre, e lei vide me.

Even in broad daylight, he was so sallow, he looked like a black-and-white picture pasted into a Kodachrome world. At night, he was barely even visible.

face would have made a very nice kodachrome.

A9, the road that Bea was traveling this early morning after leaving the Isle of Skye, was part of Scotland’s answer to Route 66. It was also a driver’s sort of road as it wound its way along the north coast of the highlands above Inverness, and this time of year was the perfect jot in time to be on it. It was early enough in the day for the sun’s rays to still break across the landscape, highlighting every tree, shrub, mountain, loch, or beach in the crisp and clear Kodachrome of late autumn, and it was also just late enough in the season for the road to be safely navigated at speeds just a bit above normal. Her car was running great, and her tunes were vibrating the sideboard speakers with rhythm and base and melody. Using her gears, she took the corners and adjusted to the rise and fall of the road in a syncopated rhythm that made she and her car one. With her left hand on the gearshift, her right grasping the steering wheel, and her eyes shifting from road to scenery and back again, she felt the exhilaration of being on her first road trip alone and free.

A9, the road that Bea was traveling this early morning after leaving the Isle of Skye, was part of Scotland’s answer to Route 66. It was also a driver’s sort of road as it wound its way along the north coast of the highlands above Inverness, and this time of year was the perfect jot in time to be on it. It was early enough in the day for the sun’s rays to still break across the landscape, highlighting every tree, shrub, mountain, loch, or beach in the crisp and clear Kodachrome of late autumn, and it was also just late enough in the season for the road to be safely navigated at speeds just a bit above normal