Don’t you think you’re just rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic?
When I was a boy, I’d hide under the kitchen table and wind string around the chairs. I have a sense now that I am pulling on those threads. The more I pull, the more it comes unraveled.
We’ve gone from a world in which Starbucks set a cutting-edge standard for mass-market design to a world in which Starbucks establishes the bare minimum. If your establishment can’t come up with an original look, customers expect at least some sleek wood fixtures, nicely upholstered chairs, and faux-Murano glass pendant lights.
On one occasion I had to sleep on a stretcher balanced on two kitchen chairs. It wasn’t glamorous.
You can’t just shuffle people around like they’re deck chairs on a ship. You have to help them change their lives, and you have to give them the requisite resources to do so.
I collect chairs and lights, which obviously means I want to sit in the light – not surprising for an actor I suppose.
If the club was empty, I sang to the chairs.
We need choices of government, just like we have choices of tables or chairs or cell phones or coffee.
Now, most dentist’s chairs go up and down, don’t they? The one I was in went back and forwards. I thought ‘This is unusual’. And the dentist said to me ‘Mr Vine, get out of the filing cabinet.
I wanted to go and I wanted to drive the miles for no pay, I wanted to set up the rings, I wanted to set up the chairs, I wanted to go to training six-seven days a week for hours upon hours and blow myself up to where I can only work on instinct. I wanted to sleep in my car. I wanted to do all of that.
I’ve been hit with kendo sticks and chairs; I’ve been thrown through tables, broke my ankle, broke my nose, and have had concussions in WWE, but nothing has hurt me more than when I stubbed my toe in ‘The Marine 3: Homefront.’
L.A. has a lot of good flea markets – the Rose Bowl is always a good one. I have taken to eBay, too. Some of my favorite things – especially chairs, for some reason – I got on eBay.
ReadyMade’s first three issues dished out instructions for all sorts of kitschy crafts and odd projects: homemade wallets, Adirondack chairs, even taxidermy.
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
I’d like to form a club just for fathers. Specifically, fathers of daughters. There would be lots of overstuffed leather chairs, wood paneling, dim lights. The works.
Starbucks was founded around the experience and the environment of their stores. Starbucks was about a space with comfortable chairs, lots of power outlets, tables and desks at which we could work and the option to spend as much time in their stores as we wanted without any pressure to buy. The coffee was incidental.
‘The Chairs are Where the People Go’ was told to me by my friend Misha Glouberman; I typed as he talked. In ‘How Should a Person Be?’ the transcribed dialogues between me and my friends help form the structure of the book.
I like living sparsely. In the main room, there’s no furniture – no tables, no chairs, no coffee table – not even a decaffeinated coffee table.
I wasn’t allowed to watch it as a little kid but I went with some friends who were some big independent wrestling fans and I saw it, I fell in love with it. Very quickly, I asked if I could help set up the ring, set up chairs, just be around it.
You’ve got to work. You’ve got to want an audience to sit forward in their chairs sometimes, rather than sit back and be bombarded with images.
Chairs are like sculpture.
As long as we can get redress in the courts, as long as the laws shall be honestly administered, as long as honesty and intelligence sit upon the bench, as long as intelligence sits in the chairs of jurors, this country will stand, the law will be enforced, and the law will be respected.
I do still collect chairs.
I’m agnostic because I went through the usual process of parents insisting you go to church, and yet they didn’t. So there’s me, sitting in the chairs, thinking, ‘Jeez, why am I here? I’d rather be playing tennis, seriously.’
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