The swift-footed route ends in Homerathon; but that’s just
the first book of An
Iliad.
11/19/11
11/16/11
11/14/11
Ides of March
suffers from telling a famillar story oversimply. While unfamiliar with the Howard Dean-based source
“Farragut North”, the Shakespearean parallels are intriguing enough, for their
divergences. Brutus does not suffer any
nobility in betraying Caesar; Cassius no conspirator; Antony is stabbed not
spared. Instead of tragic collapse, Rome
shuffles onward. Like perhaps Gosford Park, the film will be nominated and
forgotten within a year.
11/13/11
Racing for cures, matching fundraising, money culled from the
taxed and extorted in order to fund efforts to provide further medical benefits
to a hypochondriacally overinsured plutocratic elite, of a society which
chooses to pour out wealth, ironically exhausting their gold in an attempt to transmute
lead into it, all in order to chase the alchemy of immortality. For the ultimate irony is that this society is
so incompetent at economic evaluation that it fails at recognizing that it
already has found a cure for cancer. Yet
instead of stopping smoking, people would rather opt to pay pounds of a
foot-stompingly presumably cure rather than a fraction of known prevention. Even when most sufferers will not even
benefit from their suffering; they will have to repurchase a presumably
discovered cure should it even be discovered.
Like the Northwest Passage, future historians will laugh at our folly.
11/12/11
You
will be told if and when you are awkward; until then, put away your prism.
Okay. I’m going to make a pact
with you right now. We both need to
change our voicemails to not the automated one.
Because I’ve been meaning to do it forever, and I imagine you have been
too. And I just remembered, hearing
yours, that it’s something I need to do.
So in the case that that’s your situation also, remember to change your
voicemail.
I’m going to miss not having this in my pocket.
Why in English does it matter to distinguish between whether you’re
coming or leaving. You know? There are languages that don’t do that. Ciao, I think- oh maybe you just say that
when you’re leaving. Aloha you say both
ways, shalom you say, you know, in greeting and in leaving. Why, in English, is it so important whether
you’re beginning a conversation or ending one?
Um. Which leads me to wonder,
since we both are good writers but can’t really, like, believe that in
ourselves or the world, and we’re both good editors, which we kind of know- why
don’t we ever write a book, together.
Just an idea. Um. We also have similar interests. Um.
Anyway. I am glad you didn’t pick
up, because it means you’re asleep and I know you needed to sleep. So I hope you are sleeping well and I will
talk to you later. Bye.
Prism
is wrong, I think. More like, awkward-colored cellophane.
11/11/11
11/10/11
If I cared about twitter, I’d be using #notanonionarticle.
The
hashtag is the idea that you could put the title at the end of the story.
11/9/11
11/8/11
11/7/11
Disappointed in Reuters.
For any quotation at all from Netanyahu
in response would have been delicious.
11/4/11
11/3/11
11/2/11
11/1/11
Tie Tuesdays.
"Cool, where do you go? There's a place on Waukeegan that's good."
I've just gathered mine from all over. A couple leftovers my father didn't want, that kind of thing.
<mutual confusion>
We're not talking about the same thing, are we.
"Even watching you put on a tie, I assumed you were talking about Thai food."
"Cool, where do you go? There's a place on Waukeegan that's good."
I've just gathered mine from all over. A couple leftovers my father didn't want, that kind of thing.
<mutual confusion>
We're not talking about the same thing, are we.
"Even watching you put on a tie, I assumed you were talking about Thai food."
10/31/11
10/30/11
Singled in the SI! And having been a while since undeservedly overlookeds:
"301 Dalmatians": What's black and white, and red all over.
"Titanic and Norah's Infinite Playlist": And the band played on.
"Cloverfield of Dreams": If you build it, he will come destroy the New York Yankees.
"Peter Pan's Labyrinth": How the Boys got Lost.
"Extremely Loud and Incredibly Closer": Four self-destructive lovers blame all of their problems on 9/11.
"Thank You for Smoking Kong": The biggest lie ever told.
"Pink Floyd--The Wall-E": A cute robot breaks down humanity's drug-induced hallucinations.
"301 Dalmatians": What's black and white, and red all over.
"Titanic and Norah's Infinite Playlist": And the band played on.
"Cloverfield of Dreams": If you build it, he will come destroy the New York Yankees.
"Peter Pan's Labyrinth": How the Boys got Lost.
"Extremely Loud and Incredibly Closer": Four self-destructive lovers blame all of their problems on 9/11.
"Thank You for Smoking Kong": The biggest lie ever told.
"Pink Floyd--The Wall-E": A cute robot breaks down humanity's drug-induced hallucinations.
10/29/11
10/28/11
“Some will win, some will lose...”
There are 162 games in a baseball season. 5 in a division championship, 7 for the league. 9 innings in a game, 3 outs in an inning. Among all of which the ultimate outcome is weighted.
“...It goes on and on and on and on...”
Resilience is a virtue, that ability to hold on until fortunes, as quickly as they might have succumbed, are righted.
“...People / Living just to find emotion / Hiding somewhere in the night...”
Game 7, 7:05p.
Go Cards.
“...Don't stop believing...”
There are 162 games in a baseball season. 5 in a division championship, 7 for the league. 9 innings in a game, 3 outs in an inning. Among all of which the ultimate outcome is weighted.
“...It goes on and on and on and on...”
Resilience is a virtue, that ability to hold on until fortunes, as quickly as they might have succumbed, are righted.
“...People / Living just to find emotion / Hiding somewhere in the night...”
Game 7, 7:05p.
Go Cards.
“...Don't stop believing...”
10/26/11
10/25/11
“Knock, knock...”
Call maintenance, hold the line, roger the SOS, round up the posse, coordinate assistance, return to home field, be a friendly face, take alternate routes, support a partner, wellwish the unknown birthday girl.
Call maintenance, hold the line, roger the SOS, round up the posse, coordinate assistance, return to home field, be a friendly face, take alternate routes, support a partner, wellwish the unknown birthday girl.
When locked in, open your own door.
“...I feel like I’m
knocking on heaven’s door...”
10/24/11
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