January 2011
20 posts
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Lucky Is Sick
In the evening dark Evan suited up to find Lucky. She did not come for her dinner. He grabbed his father’s flashlight and wore an old pair of boots, and old jeans and a farm coat with gloves and scarf.
Jerrod called.
“You’ve called just as I’ve begun a sad adventure,” said Evan, and he explained.
“Well, I’ll let you get on with your sad...
Tumblr Crossfire, pt. 3
A: What did you want to add to my introduction of your thesis?
B: Well, context, mostly. But it’s boring and long.
A: Can you make it spicy?
B: I can talk about gay sex?
A: Yes. That is a spice.
B: Hmm. Let me—well. [Clears throat] We intuitively sense, now that Facebook has become an undergird of a new adult socializing, and that we no longer trawl around MUDs anonymous and...
Searching for the Naturally Occurring Punchline →
Discussing them, she sounds like a resident of Pleasantville telling her monochrome girlfriends about a colorful group of bearded men with smelly accents that just climbed out of her television.
Leon Dische Becker is a millennial Mencken. His critical prowess remains unsurpassed. His prose style has an abstract push-pull that I qualified to girlfriends the other day as...
Tumblr Crossfire, pt. 2
A: Indeed. [Considers.] So, in this manifesto you made several controversial claims, and I’d like you to clarify on one or two points before we investigate present conditions of the internet—specifically Tumblr. Tumblr is the medium we’re discussing this afternoon. Is that alright with you?
B: Sure. Hit me.
A: If you had a thesis—an initial salvo—I would say it challenged the...
Tumblr Crossfire, pt. 1
A: A year ago you offered some compelling words to lit bloggers in a paper manifesto—
B: —Yes—it is no longer in circulation—
A: —Quite. This is ironic—
B: —It is ironic that no one bothered to scan it and PDF it and circulate it so—
A: —That is right. You may conclude readers respected it too much—
B: —I conclude what few readers it found had neither the time nor the inclination to...
Daft Punk, Tron: Legacy, Religiosity →
Radiohead, The Net, De Stijl
Virginia Woolf, Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome, Kabbalah
DJ Ruptrue, Akira, Pan-Slavic Folklore
sunnO))), Neon Genesis Evangelion, John Wesley
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Wilbur Wright washes his tubercular mother.
When the angel of the Lord visited Wilbur was after he washed his mother and carried her upstairs and placed her in bed. He had never seen his mother undressed and he had never bathed her until that night. His skin melted closer to his bones as he considered this new knowledge of flesh. His jaw was bandaged shut and he snorted at the angel who stood on the landing, flush under a halo’s...
The New Old World
On clear evenings I patch into the system and feed my image over the hundreds of miles to arrive glowing in Cody’s bedroom. For less than a minute, a few crackling moments of breathless elation—we can see each other—we smile widely—we say hello—it seems as if the cable will hold. But the sound drops out. It bends and wends down a funnel into the earth, a whirring escalation in pitch before...
Velocipede and Contreras →
In his last semester of law school, my twin brother is taking a creative nonfiction class Pass/Fail—and as a “non-traditional student at the undergraduate level,” he would add. Today will be his first day. Part of the coursework is the creation of a Tumblr. You can check in on A.J.’s progress at the link above. The class is taught by my friend and mentor, Allison, who has her own...
Update on Hanson; Semantic Potential of Anything
Do people write LOL because they really are laughing out loud? They do not. I write “haha” because my shoulders are laughing, as are my finger-tips. My fingers dance within Home Row. Haha. Anyway. Kate and I were discussing an excellent critical review, written by my friend Kim, of a Hanson show at the House of Blues. Kate is a diehard fan, as distinguished from the crazies, a...
Dear Valerie,
I know New Year’s Eve meant a lot to you. It certainly meant a lot to me. We’re trying to get a handle on the us vs. them. Maybe this project will end when we are all partnered off or living together. What I want is everyone partnered off and living together, or not too far down the block. I sat on Lauren’s lap for the whole bus ride even though there were spare seats. I wore my...
WatchI tried to post this earlier. I’m standing at Logan Square stop at 3:30 in the morning on the New Year holding leftover goat-cheese pizza and home-fries smothered in cheddar. My eyes are a little dark. It’s a gratuitous video-picture-proof that I can, you know, smile.
TRON: Legacy did not take place
At a certain speed, the speed of light, you lose even your shadow. At a certain speed, the speed of information, things lose their sense. There is a great risk of announcing (or denouncing) the Apocalypse of real time, when it is precisely at this point that the event volatilises and becomes a black hole from which light no longer escapes. War implodes in real time, history implodes in real time,...
Geomancers (Another Report on Style)
Kickaways bass player Jacob had bought a new pair of jeans that very afternoon, black skinny jeans from Hot Topic, stretchy but not roomy. “They are really tight on my balls,” he said, plucking fabric away from his crotch.
My new pair of jeans kept me bow-legged and in the pub I worried I’d left on tags. It’s in these tender moments of fashion despair that I really...
