November 2009
127 posts
No, it’s better that my friend throws no party than a drinkless one.
secret santa: a disaster waiting to happen
we have just drawn names out of a bag. after going through directories, both mental and company, i realized that no one named “David” works here. it seems i have drawn the name of the new VP who does not start until the New Year but is coming to the Christmas party.
google has informed me that he is 44, American, a graduate of Harvard and Wharton, and speaks fluent Japanese. what on...
Maybe I need to diversify my portfolio beyond “have 2 go 2 dentist!”
KatieBakes: inimitable.
Also,
“”I don’t need to be with someone who loves ‘Star Trek’, just someone who allows me to love it,” explains Scott, and isn’t that just it?”
that IS it.
“we have no mission statements yet.”
-FEMA, 9/11/01 12:37 PM
(from the collection of leaked 9/11 texts. the others are much more upsetting.)
“Twenty five people—-one turkey—I don’t think so. One of my worst fears, not enough food for everyone. I wouldn’t do well in the developing world. One year I said—“we could have Mexican food for Thanksgiving” No one said anything for a bit, and then Lex said “you aren’t serious”.”
—my grandmother
if i feel this...
i was just told to drop all my other projects to solve a rubix cube.
A touching story of an 18th-century boy’s love affair with an elephant, which has so far attracted little critical attention, has this evening found itself pitted against three literary heavyweights for one of the UK’s leading book prizes.
And I guess this bender was a way of reminding myself about how grim the world of free booze, shitty uppers, and bad people is.
Auden: (Clock strikes 6.30) Is that the time? Take your trousers off.
Carpenter: Why?
Auden: Because you’re here to let me suck your cock.
Carpenter: But I’m with the BBC.
Auden: My point entirely.
(once again, The Guardian)
timing lunch break by The Promise of Love: foolproof.
literagation:
working long, intense days and buying a queen-sized bed have inspired an overwhelming desire to get a navel piercing, eight years too late. (no.) the more serious contemplation is whether one can use a rice cooker as a slow cooker and vice versa, and whether i even cook enough rice to merit a special appliance and/or would be prepared enough to set up dinners the night before. (no...
The result is often exuberant. Slavoj Zizek – the world’s first known cross between a Lacanian theorist and a grizzly bear – patrols a giant south London refuse centre and barks, “This is where we should start feeling at home,” before blasting ecologists for their “conservative” notions of the environment.
(The Guardian on Examined Life)
My favorite kind of beauty is jolie laide,... →
wolfandfox:
claytoncubitt:
“No, jolie laide aims to jog us out of our reflexive habits of looking and assessing by embracing the aesthetic pleasures of the visually off kilter: a bump on the nose, eyes that are set too closely together, a jagged smear of a mouth. It points away from the kittenish, pliant prettiness of Brigitte Bardot toward the tense, smolderingly imperfect allure of Anouk...
"I'm nostalgic for conversations I had yesterday....
theecstatictruth:
almostepistles:
i found myself inadvertently (for once) parroting these lines the other night. realizing that you are actually in a duller version of Kicking and Screaming is an unsettling.
katiebakes:
Why is everyone trying to make “The Aughts” happen when “The Naughties” is so completely and obviously more fitting? Everything we did this decade should have gotten us sent...
FILM REVIEW: The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New...
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on a scale of 1-10, Bad Lieutenant gets a score of “they should have sent a poet.”
if you’d like a more cogent review from me, please pick my jaw up from the ground and re-attach it to my face (please be sure to line it up probably - this perma-scruff of mine...
Humans have been able to change the world because we’re smart. When machines outpace us, they’ll change it all over again.
“This is a Hubble Telescope of the mind, a linear accelerator of the brain,” says Dharmendra Modha, the Almaden computer scientist who will announce the feat at the Supercomputing 2009 conference in Portland, Ore.
pranceypaws:
Q: Who was the dreamiest metaphysical poet?
A: John Donne!
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Q: Who was the creepiest metaphysical poet?
A: Andrew Marvell!
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Okay, class dismissed.
a.
class dismissed? what about most shape-likey (Herbert) and most used in Madeline L’Engle books (Vaughn)? it’s not all about looks, A.
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The Large Hadron Collider has started up again. The collisions aren’t supposed to begin until January, which is ahead of schedule. Perhaps that’s why there hasn’t been a big-budget disaster flick about it–still time to get something on the SyFy Original Movie front.
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-Science Saturday at The Rumpus
please.
Do you have Brooklyn? Do you even know what a Brooklyn is? No, not David Beckham’s son. You’re stupid, shut up.
it’s been a long time since i read Gawker for its weekends.
Bailey from Party of Five is on V?
This is the best Party of Five related news since Matthew Fox gave our graduation speech.
I gather TY mastermind Merrill Garbus has been playing this spoiler/scene-stealer role for awhile now, a brassy one-woman band (plus an innocuous dude on bass) who expertly loops herself banging on drums or howling into a couple different microphones (or both, simultaneously) until she’s crafted a sort of DIY Lion King fantasia, over which she then strums a ukulele and bellows marvelous...
well, i just accidentally “liveblogged” The Last Days of Disco.
thank that bottle of Jameson and really, really not wanting to work on my grad apps.
“getting seriously involved with someone just means ruining your nightlife.”
“we’re getting older. we’ve lived through a period that’s ended. it’s like dying a little bit.”
“disco will never be over. it will always live in our minds and hearts”… “disco was much more and much better than all that. disco was too great and too much fun to be gone forever. it’s got to come back someday. i just hope it will be...
and
“book this clown.”