6/11/10
6/9/10
6/8/10
A Brief Tour of Lakeview Tea Establishments.
Background music at a coffeeshop is like the commercial breaks you talk over. It's meaningless, but if it's not there, it's awkward. You're just silently staring at a blank screen. You need that ambience.
So I went first to Argo Tea. I'm about to pay for my order when I notice that there's a little sign that they only give 2hrs Wifi with purchase. And I'm like, really? And the guy's like, yeah. And I'm like, because I'm going to need more than that. (And, as I don't say, every place else in the world is unlimited.) And another guy snottily says, you can go to Starbucks if you want to pay $5. So I'm like, well okay then, bye.
Background music at a coffeeshop is like the commercial breaks you talk over. It's meaningless, but if it's not there, it's awkward. You're just silently staring at a blank screen. You need that ambience.
So I went first to Argo Tea. I'm about to pay for my order when I notice that there's a little sign that they only give 2hrs Wifi with purchase. And I'm like, really? And the guy's like, yeah. And I'm like, because I'm going to need more than that. (And, as I don't say, every place else in the world is unlimited.) And another guy snottily says, you can go to Starbucks if you want to pay $5. So I'm like, well okay then, bye.
6/7/10
“Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy…”
Woke up this morning, looked in my refrigerator, and realized was out of self-confidence. Yet like in Sliding Doors, it’s gratifying to have a realization which, no matter how differently done, would have nevertheless been realized at the same time in a completely different way.
“…Ain’t got no money in my pocket, but I’m already here…”
Woke up this morning, looked in my refrigerator, and realized was out of self-confidence. Yet like in Sliding Doors, it’s gratifying to have a realization which, no matter how differently done, would have nevertheless been realized at the same time in a completely different way.
“…Ain’t got no money in my pocket, but I’m already here…”
6/6/10
6/5/10
“1) BLEND the softened margarine*, rice milk**, and frosting mix at medium speed for 2 minutes, occasionally scraping the bowl.
* Substitute dairy free margarine or butter† according to your needs.
** Substitute plain soy milk or milk† according to your needs.
† Unless you are allergic to this ingredient.”
* Substitute dairy free margarine or butter† according to your needs.
** Substitute plain soy milk or milk† according to your needs.
† Unless you are allergic to this ingredient.”
6/4/10
6/3/10
6/2/10
6/1/10
5/31/10
Day 375
Hamster gets stuck under futon.
Human gets rid of futon.
Hamster gets stuck under bed.
Human gets rid of bed.
Human goes to Chicago.
Hamster goes to Chicago.
Cat goes to Chicago.
Human gets new futon.
Human gets new bed.
Hamster gets new bedding.
Cat looks in mirror.
Cat hides under bed.
Here we go.
Current standings
1) Human
2) Hamster
3) Cat
Hamster gets stuck under futon.
Human gets rid of futon.
Hamster gets stuck under bed.
Human gets rid of bed.
Human goes to Chicago.
Hamster goes to Chicago.
Cat goes to Chicago.
Human gets new futon.
Human gets new bed.
Hamster gets new bedding.
Cat looks in mirror.
Cat hides under bed.
Here we go.
Current standings
1) Human
2) Hamster
3) Cat
5/29/10
“Break ground, buckle down / It's time…”
Time runs out.
“…Let's move from this underground / Shed some of this blacklight to surrounding towns…”
Go forth and shine.
“…How much responsibility do you bear / For the ill…”
Across state lines.
“…Line up, state your name, state your claims, claim your stakes…”
Get while the giving’s good.
“…Look ahead now / Oh, let the countdown usher / The philanthropic mimes…”
Nothing left to say.
“…And scrape the paint that hides the crimes / Of a silent kind…”
Let everything go.
“…Is the position that you hold one that could parallel / A synergistically greater plan? / Or would it force us all to be packed…”
The hourglass empties.
“…In a sloping, quickly given golden sand…”
Time runs out.
“…Let's move from this underground / Shed some of this blacklight to surrounding towns…”
Go forth and shine.
“…How much responsibility do you bear / For the ill…”
Across state lines.
“…Line up, state your name, state your claims, claim your stakes…”
Get while the giving’s good.
“…Look ahead now / Oh, let the countdown usher / The philanthropic mimes…”
Nothing left to say.
“…And scrape the paint that hides the crimes / Of a silent kind…”
Let everything go.
“…Is the position that you hold one that could parallel / A synergistically greater plan? / Or would it force us all to be packed…”
The hourglass empties.
“…In a sloping, quickly given golden sand…”
5/28/10
“I want to know how Shakespeare in the Park's production of Hamlet is.”
I want to see it instead of packing and waiting for craigslist buyers and whining about how my final hours in STL are being spent packing and waiting for craigslist buyers instead of seeing it.
I never meta-reference I didn’t like.
When they ask for non-related references, I sometimes put Aunt L[].
I hope you just put L[].
I want to see it instead of packing and waiting for craigslist buyers and whining about how my final hours in STL are being spent packing and waiting for craigslist buyers instead of seeing it.
I never meta-reference I didn’t like.
When they ask for non-related references, I sometimes put Aunt L[].
I hope you just put L[].
5/27/10
5/26/10
What kind of answer are craigslist buyers looking for when they ask “Is the desk available?” Not just fraudspam- these are real people who seem to be expecting a certain reply, and I’m running out of guesses. Yes? Yes + Location? Yes + repeating contact information? No?
Economy of words.
'Is the desk available, because I don’t want it.' I mean, really, who does that? Why not, 'What’s a good time for me to not pick it up?', or 'How much won’t I be paying to not take it?'.
Economy of words.
'Is the desk available, because I don’t want it.' I mean, really, who does that? Why not, 'What’s a good time for me to not pick it up?', or 'How much won’t I be paying to not take it?'.
5/25/10
5/24/10
“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound…”
Lost was the exploration of fantastic characters and plot. Halfway throught the pilot episode I was captivated by the correspondence of the questions “wherefore the polar bear?” and “whence the gun?”, and the pacing of the reveal of answers with the posing of new questions was remarkable, given the medium.
The weakest moments were explorations of plotless aspects of characters, or of characterless moments of plots. And this narrative flaw unfortunately was highlighted in the final season’s gimmick. Perhaps being too ambitious, or perhaps the original concept being unworkable led to massive late rewriting, but for whatever reason, the character/plot narratives got increasingly divorced, with neither half satisfying. And there are always quibbles of some unresolved mystery.
It is unfortunate for what did so incredibly well to have periods of detriment, especially in its final year, but it nevertheless ends with satisfying nostalgia. The 6 years between Fall 2004 until now have been an adventure; it’s time to leave the island.
“…Once was lost, but now I’m found / I was blind, but now I see…”
Lost was the exploration of fantastic characters and plot. Halfway throught the pilot episode I was captivated by the correspondence of the questions “wherefore the polar bear?” and “whence the gun?”, and the pacing of the reveal of answers with the posing of new questions was remarkable, given the medium.
The weakest moments were explorations of plotless aspects of characters, or of characterless moments of plots. And this narrative flaw unfortunately was highlighted in the final season’s gimmick. Perhaps being too ambitious, or perhaps the original concept being unworkable led to massive late rewriting, but for whatever reason, the character/plot narratives got increasingly divorced, with neither half satisfying. And there are always quibbles of some unresolved mystery.
It is unfortunate for what did so incredibly well to have periods of detriment, especially in its final year, but it nevertheless ends with satisfying nostalgia. The 6 years between Fall 2004 until now have been an adventure; it’s time to leave the island.
“…Once was lost, but now I’m found / I was blind, but now I see…”
5/23/10
Read “Lost Books of the Odyssey” a narrative deconstruction of the Odyssey, Odysseus, Troy, and Homer. Each of the microshort stories pulls out a strand of epic, with which to weave a clever alternative within the most basic framework of the classics. The subtleties of this cleverness, required of any proper retelling of the tales of Odysseus and of Homer, tingle the spine with appreciation: even without the dactylic meter, this wonder is what the Muse infused into the Odyssey.
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