October 2009
11 posts
Redacted, Or How I'm Learning To Not Overshare
While I was at [redacted], I was introduced to [redacted], who was at one time the [redacted] of [redacted]. I hit it off with [redacted]. At one point [redacted] was doing [redacted] and we got in trouble for [redacted]. So! We dropped off [redacted] before heading to [redacted]. [redacted] happened! I woke up in [redacted], in a state of [redacted].
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I will never forget you on the patio next to that lake in the New Hampshire, doing the Jane Fonda workout to a Philip Glass record. How the wind blew the music across the lake. The blue fir trees surrounding the water barely moving at all. There was one cloud in the sky. Stretching your pale limbs into unnatural positions and holding them there.
From David Cale’s “Blue Fir...
Condition #23
A glass shattered in the sink. The hearty plant withered. The chair fell apart beneath you.
The sense, the overwhelming sense, is one of entropy. Everything is breaking apart, pulling apart. This unraveling is, you believe, because you don’t possess enough concentration to keep all the molecules together; they spill scattershot like marbles on a waxed floor. There is an inability to halt...
Unglaublich! Nena of “99 Red Balloons” fame (oder “Neun und Neunzig Luftballons” auf Deutsch) is apparently enthralled with an Italian cult that has purportedly built a naked time travel machine? Um, over to you Stacey Q to try and steal the crazy crown of 80s one-hit wonders. (Or Martika. Or Michael Damian. Or Tony Basil. Anyone really, give it a shot!)
Adam Sternbergh on book clubs:
I would suggest that this fascination with book clubs — forming them, joining them, chronicling them — is both antithetical to the enjoyment of reading, and perfectly in keeping with our modern conviction that nothing is worth doing that isn’t immediately shared.
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The experience of reading so closely mimics the process of consciousness that it attains a...
“Get It Up or Get Out” — Vulcan...
