Sunday, January 31, 2010
On a color for your sonic boom: secrets kept
In a glass case said something similar—
Toward morning towels, upended
Garage bands took to the clouds,
Spent draughts in dreams. An actress slept.
Little ones we led about, the cleansing
Power of hickory smoke did its best to soothe.
Until water won, blame for wrung
Sponges crept across the valley, turnips unhappy
With no new moons. Breathless came
Disaster claims, forests of brainchildren wore
Heavy garments keeping warm.
The mist's thick portion was all but over according
To inquiries into other traditions scrambled.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Once more, out in the corridor, I listened at the keyhole, and again it was all quiet in there. I even stuck out my tongue, in a quite childish and school-boyish way, and then I couldn't help laughing. I think I've never laughed so much in all my life. Very quietly, of course. It was the purest repressed laugh imaginable. When I laugh like that, well, then there's nothing more that's above me. Then I'm the unbeatable embracer and ruler of all things. At such moments I'm simply grand.
Robert Walser, Jakob von Gunten
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Dictionaries have been removed from classrooms in southern California schools
after a parent complained about a child reading the definition for "oral sex".
Merriam Webster's 10th edition, which has been used for the past few
years in fourth and fifth grade classrooms (for children aged nine to 10) in
Menifee Union school district, has been pulled from shelves over fears that the
"sexually graphic" entry is "just not age appropriate", according
to the area's local paper.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
So I've decided that this week is going to be Ladytron Week on this blog. It's like Shark Week, but instead of sharks it's Ladytron. Apparently I've only posted one of their videos on here before. Weird. They make great videos. This song, "Evil", from their second album, Light & Magic, has two videos. You can choose between arty and sexy. Guess which one the American version is. But why choose? Watch and love them both!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
On April 6, 1771, he published a pair of poems in the [Royal Danish
American] Gazette that he introduced with a diffident note to the
editor: "Sir, I am a youth about seventeen, and consequently such an attempt as
this must be presumptuous; but if, upon perusal, you think the following piece
worthy of a place in your paper, by inserting it you'll much oblige Your
obedient servant, A.H." The two amorous poems that follow are schizophrenic in
their contrasting visions of love. In the first, the dreamy poet steals upon his
virgin love, who is reclining by a brook as "lambkins" gambol around her. He
kneels and awakens her with an ecstatic kiss before sweeping her up in his arms
and carrying her off to marital bliss, intoning, "Believe me love is doubly
sweet / In wedlock's holy bands." In the next poem, Hamilton has suddenly
metamorphosed into a jaded rake, who begins with a shocking, Swiftian opening
line: "Celia's an artful little slut." This launched a portrait of a
manipulative, feline woman that concludes:
So, stroking puss's velvet paws,
How well the jade conceals her claws
And purrs; but if at last
You hap to squeeze her somewhat hard
She spits—her back up—prenez garde;
Good faith she has you fast.
The first poem seems to have been composed by a sheltered adolescent with an
idealized view of women and the second by a world-weary young philanderer who
has already tasted many amorous sweets and shed any illusions about female
virtue. In fact, this apparent attraction to two opposite types of women—the
pure and angelic versus the earthy and flirtatious—ran straight through
Hamilton's life, a contradiction he never resolved and that was to lead to
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The most brilliant and original novels and works of art and theorems and
discoveries of recent history were all greeted as idealistic, impractical,
bizarre, delusional or utterly wrong at one point or another. This is how good
things come into being: Someone listens politely to the opinionated blowhard,
shakes his hand, and forgets all of that priceless advice within
Unfortunately, the man in the gray suit may quickly grow impatient. Whether
you're working on your thesis or coming up with a new marketing model or writing
experimental fiction or challenging the current notions about internet browsing
habits, you may not have a lot of time to try out your approach. In Conan's
case, thanks to Leno's spectacular failure, he had a few short months.
And sure, plenty of experiments fail. But what's the alternative? A nation
of copycats, playing it safe, catering to the lowest common denominator.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
"The purpose of a review is to describe the book. There is a tradition of reviews
being evaluative, but I don’t feel that this is their true purpose. My basic
complaint about reviews in general is that they are too concerned with
evaluating books rather than describing them."
"I can’t stand reading reviews that offer only, or mostly, the reviewer’s
opinion. Why should I care about a reviewer’s opinion? I’m reading to learn
about a book. Tell me about the book. I don’t care about you. I care about the
book. Just like you don’t care about me, you care about the book I’m reviewing."
Read the whole thing.