did you hear about that new branch of philosophy...
start-anywhere: batcave: they’re calling it ghost-modernism
The governor of Georgia declared a state of emergency due to the predicted 4” snowfall tonight. So cute! How very dear! Also Kroger is apparently out of bread, due to people stocking up for the impending disaster. Here in Atlanta, we take the prospect of a quarter inch of ice accumulating on the sidewalk very seriously. Ok, I scoff, but I also did cancel my plans to drive out to...
Mapping North American English dialects...
I don’t reblog much, but this is sufficiently impressive. thenewrepublic: An impressive hobby.
hey mister mister
I actually guiltily enjoy that terrible Hey Soul Sister song that I still hear everywhere. Friends, do not judge; to my credit, the reason I enjoy it is that the phrase “mister mister” is private slang among the band I work with for “double-headed dildo.” Yes, the band I work with has special private slang for “double-headed dildo.” What?
a year in books, '10
Since graduating, I read a book a week, plus or minus, as part of my not-getting-stoopider regimen. Here’s 2010. Not counting graphic novels or things I read bits of. Err of which I read bits. With asterisks on the ones I really extra special liked. 1. The Story of Edgar Sawtelle - David Wrobleski 2. A Blind Man Can See How Much I Love You - Amy Bloom 3. The Invisible Man - H. G. Wells...
I know I haven’t posted in this in months, there were lots of things: my co-worker got really sick and tours were canceled and she’s getting better and there were holidays and things and I abandoned this thing and then I started writing a bunch in my spare time, which is under the circumstances copious, and now here we are, the last day of the year: I’m in a motel room in Ft....
Psychogeography thus far proves to be academese for Walking Around a City and Thinking About It. On the one hand, disappointing; on the other, that I could get a doctorate in.
Adorable dishy barista at Dancing Goats: I overhear the words “Jude Law”, “Oscar Wilde,” and “couldn’t happen 25 years ago” from his conversation with an older man in a suit. A bearded-striped-sweatered-buddy-holly-glasses friend of the barista’s comes in and they lean in together in time as he passes over the drink. I think perhaps they’re...
4648 miles and 22 hours
To my slight disbelief, I’m totally back in Atlanta. That was quite the 22-hour travel day. I am so incredibly excited about things like grocery shopping and cooking in a kitchen and doing laundry whenever I want. I mean, also seeing friends and having a cat and sunshine and things like that, but still. Yesterday (to use the term loosely, referring to a 30 hour period) involved getting...
live from Hebden Bridge
Yesterday I had a day off in Edinburgh, so I met up with a college friend in the local volunteer-run anarchist cafe and art gallery. (One of the things my Oberlin education had equipped me with is friends in surprising number and variety of interesting cities and the unerring ability to locate volunteer-run anarchist cafe and art galleries.) We did a variety of excellent day-off activities such...
of flounder and multitudinous seas
We’ve been learning to drive on the left side of the road with the aid of an imperious and unreliable GPS device, which is constantly, constantly, directing us to “cross the roundabout; second exit.” When you hear this over and over enough times in short succession, it begins to sound like the little lady in the box is trying to tell us another message. Perhaps, “Floss...