My mother asks me, “Why is there a book on top of the microwave?” And A.J. makes me eat asparagus he grilled that (it was like a large insect leg) I hate and then he laughs like a lunatic. Kate put him up to it. Vine is something I don’t have in my life, but now I will shower my Tumblr with Vine things. Aww.
The Exception: On Seth Oelbaum's 'Karlie Kloss' →
Through all this ridicule, Karlie Kloss‘s editor manages to evoke the real tensions of queer utopian longing, tracking those rhetorical shifts that have riven the gay movement since before Stonewall. I don’t want to overburden my explication of Karlie Kloss with a thoroughgoing assessment of the last half-century’s queer discourse. (NB: I am wildly under-qualified to carry one out.) I want to...
PLAYING THE SUN WITH KNEECAPS/ NOW WE ARE TAPPING STICKS/ CORA We decided to greet the evening with our magnificent bodies! Colin Stetson and the Animal Collective number were difficult to groove on, that’s why I found one motion each (knee bends, stick tapping) and stuck with it. Kate has all of Christendom for rhythm, and A.J., I think, has Cora, his dog; we all shared the cooling humid...
Gatsby, a Cream Sweater →
BASICALLY WE LIKED IT! Evan has feelings: I think too of the way the characters’ faces are often fuzzy for their nimbédness; I don’t know if this is a product of translating from 3D to 2D, or a consequence of the filming procedures required for this complicated digitization; or someone on the lens-side dicking about; or if the glowing skin of these gorgeous creatures was really...
Realism! The Ongoing Insertion of Vital and...
E: When spouses divorce, what kind of tax law should they be mindful of that year? Is there special terms you can offer to enrich my fiction? A: It’s hard to claim your ex as a dependent if you’re no longer married. Also I always have to negotiate who gets to claim the kids as dependents for state and federal returns. Usually this is done on odd and even years. Sometimes they just...
"I am trying to formulate a metaphor for what...
A.J. writes weekly re-caps for our Green Prairie fantasy baseball league, and they are the only reason why I continue to play. I like the brisk verbs, I like the knowing tone, and I really like not understanding the matter of statistics. A.J. has a great way of constructing verbiage that he picks up, abandons, revives, modifies. In this overview, he makes use of tension among spouses; differences...
A Report on the County Over
“Not only are these people crazy, but they look fucking crazy—because they have big fucking beards, full lush beards, that they’re growing out for the county’s bicentennial. There’s a pageant this summer, and all the county’s men want to play bit parts as pioneers, so they’re growing out their crazy.”
BOTTOM FEEDER →
Dear Friends, The editors at Yoke Journal published my short story. They asked me some questions about the piece and I replied at ferocious length. I flogged my wildly neighing hobby-horses (Norman Rush, n+1) for comfort, as it was a deeply uncomfortable experience all around. The above is a link to the conversation. You will also find Heather Cox’s prose-poem, melancholic, mysterious, and...
JACOB PUTNAM RETURNS
It were as I hoped. Caleb Crain’s novel Necessary Errors returns readers to the travails of Jacob Putnam, the kid who, in Sweet Grafton, the novella published in n+1 oh, an age ago, when my knees ached less, oh, went about his town in a kind of Christian mystic’s daze. He warded off goons with his Arthurian voice; he obviated his latent homosexuality by adventuring in the woods; he...
I am meeting Marilynne Robinson for dinner at 7:15
and all I’ve done since 6:30 is try on my different winter coats. And I know—there could not be an author who would be less struck by my decision. Still, it is a small comfort—to know—that when I appear—above my plate of alfredo—I’ll have had some bit of peace, some haven, wherein I was both warm and stylish and rakish on the pass from the car, the rainy sidewalk, and into the...
Fantasy Baseball: The Cromwell Falcolns v....
Todd (Physeter): WTF. is in order. Keep up the good work. A true battle of the centuries is playing week one. Going to be a tight season.
Adam (Bizznasty Crew): I was wondering how long it would take someone to comment on this.
Jerrod (MD Redbirds): Doomed from the beginning for Tom, no? Little Annie out foxed him centuries ago and now a repeat but obviously now on a much grander scale.
Andrew (The Cromwell Falcons): First of all, historically inaccurate; Anne lost her head a good 7 years before Cromwell. And she lost it because of a case Cromwell built against her. He defeated a sitting Queen of England. Taking on a queen in South Bend is small potatoes. Its early in the week- some of the stats are wide open for the taking; some we are fairly close on. Others I will not ever catch up to and have cut my losses. As Cromwell said; one most know their advantage and seize it. I am developing an advantage and will seize it come the weekend. Or I really hope I will. I will be fairly disappointed to garner only three points.
Jerrod (MD Redbirds): Haha, touché! Spot on though, I completely forgot my own mantra from last season, keep it close during the week and win it over the weekend, damn, how'd I forget that. The weekend is where it's won, Saturday and Sunday will decide it. Didn't Annie basically reconstruct religion in England?
Todd (Physeter): Reformation. not only in England thru death but also in fantasy baseball thru Evan. its amazing.
Andrew (The Cromwell Falcons): Yes on everything. I am very surprised how close a lot of teams are statwise. Todd's positions against Tayler are pretty close and could go either way depending on weekend results. A wonder she's winning at all looking at her pitching. Just ridiculous. I let her know what's up. I imagine substitutions are coming.
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The Batters lost 6 to 9. It was a rainy day.
You Try Dressing for Gay Prom
With the dog barking, with a 220lb man whipping at its face with a blue cord. Barking back at it. The whole backyard full of smoke, savory meat cooking, three tiny children, three grown men, the one barking at the dog, the dog screaming back, the animal teased into agony, into ecstasy, with the blue cord. An hour of this passes. One man tires, a child picks up the slack—whips at the animal’s...
I Am Particularly Proud of One Joke
Tori and I went out for a late supper Wednesday night, where we found a friend reading Finnegans Wake in the lounge of the restaurant. Her table was awash in the remains of delicacies—dessert plates, emptied wine glasses, soiled table linen, the drippings. The end of dinner parties inordinately enchant me; if I were to salvage the remainder of every earlier event, you would not find me happier—not...
KATE AND I DANCING TO “MIRRORS” A.J. pops in at one point. Dancing is fun. Previously: 1, 2, 3, 4.
The Things You Love, Until You Fail Them
E: I lost my little shuffle on way into gym. I could burst into tears i feel as though I've abandoned it.
A: Maybe you will find it! Have hope and don't despair. It is not alive and has no soul. You are projecting.
Karaoke Is About Acceptance Not Rejection
E: Pooped a texas sheet cake.
3 MINUTES LATER
E: Hey, do you think you could write an opening argument against drone warfare in the voice of thomas cromwell? Like a 2.5 minute speech/beginning to a speech?
A: Hahah yeah maybe. I will have to read some briefs on the subject.
8 HOURS LATER
E: People r very serious about karaoke in Mishawaka, IN! Me and Tori did "The Sign" in front of a crowd of bearded Korn fans—it was incredibly hostile, considering we had no idea what we were doing. People were like recoiling from our incompetence
A: Bunch of assholes. I did pour some sugar on me in Switzerland and the crowd loved it. Karaoke is about acceptance not rejection. That crowd is not playing by the rulz.
E: Dude, they be discerning.
A: That is a very topical song you guys chose though. Most important to just be on key. Whether wrong key matters little. But on key.
E: Yeah it was a train wreck. Tori had never done karaoke before. She literally made no sound. And i had completely forgotten it was a real song.