1. Happy Good Friday! And what better way to celebrate than with Cheerful and a sugar-spun egg. Just be careful you don’t get caught inside, you never know where the egg might take you.

    Happy Good Friday! And what better way to celebrate than with Cheerful and a sugar-spun egg. Just be careful you don’t get caught inside, you never know where the egg might take you.

  2. Blaise Cendrars on Easter in New York

    In 1912, at Easter, I was starving in New York, and had been for a number of months. From time to time I took a job, by force of necessity, but I didn’t keep it a week and if I could manage to get my pay sooner than that I quit sooner, impatient to get on with my sessions of reading at the central public library. My poverty was extreme and every day I looked worse: unshaven, trousers in corkscrews, shoes worn out, hair long, coat stained and faded and without buttons, no hat or tie, having sold them one day for a penny in order to buy a plug of the world’s worst chewing tobacco.

    The Improvised Life has a charming excerpt from Cendrars’s interview with the Paris Review on writing his masterpiece, Easter in New York, the origins of his nom de plume, as well as a link to the poem in french and english.

    In keeping with the tradition of A Different Stripe, we’re obligated to refer you to this picture of Cendrars with his cat.