Oh, But To Write But One Blog Post From The Desk Of Dickens!
Today, of course, would have been Charles Dickens‘ 200th birthday — if only, as in the parlance of Kurt Cobain’s mother, he “hadn’t gone and joined that stupid club.” And like a curious handful of celebrities ever since, Philadelphia has always wanted to claim him. The facts, of course, don’t really bear this out, but professional trivialist (that’s “quizzo host” to you and me) Johnny Goodtimes has done a pretty good job of exploring the connections between Philly, Dickens and, as a sidebar, Bare Feet Shoes. Though the Free Library Of Philadelphia has declared 2012 the “Year of Dickens,” it’s more like a month; however, to be sure, plenty of us are celebrating privately by accidentally beginning to lead our whole lives in Dickensian style (not a good thing, but nobody said Recession Chic would be easy). The Library does have a smattering of interesting Dickens ephemera on hand, though, and above, we see a writing desk that was used by ol’ Charles himself, which kind of begs the question: Would we feel less hacky if we didn’t do this whole site on some Ikea flakeboard shit?
