December 2008
128 posts
New Year's Resolutions.
Start smoking.
Write.
Stop listening to emotional trash (M83, Radiohead, Etc.) and replace it with Jazz and Classical music. This is for my own edification.
Stop womanizing.
Win the intramural indoor soccer championships.
Get a job.
Learn French.
Exorcise my British affectations (“balmy”, “bollocks”, “tosser”, &c.)
Write more.
Seems pretty...
I wonder if tumbletiquette has this yet...
bebelestrange:
anewnadir:
Is it so unreasonable to request that people refrain from reblogging multiple posts from the same person in short periods of time? In all likelihood I am also following this person, so I will just unfollow you to cut out the middle man.
Everyone…standing ovation please.
I’m not trying to be a ponce about it either. I’ve unfollowed like 3 people today...
I wonder if tumbletiquette has this yet...
Is it so unreasonable to request that people refrain from reblogging multiple posts from the same person in short periods of time? In all likelihood I am also following this person, so I will just unfollow you to cut out the middle man.
God bless Greenspan,” the post read, “patron saint of pool skatin’.
– Skaters Jump in as Foreclosures Drain the Pool - NYTimes.com
Skaters Jump in as Foreclosures Drain the Pool -... →
FUCK YES!
It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with...
– David Foster Wallace - Commencement Speech at Kenyon College
a new nadir awards 2008
The motto of my blog is “the downfall of western civilization” or “the fall of the empire” or something (I can’t be bothered to actually check right now). It’s a bit gloom & doomy, more than a bit glib, and endlessly self-conscious. This was me in 2007, but 2008 proved a better year. Yes, 2008 was a year of dreams fulfilled and prophecies passed. How can...
I dream things that never were and say why not.
alexbalk:
• People obsessed with NonSociety should form a fanclub, like Deadheads or Claymates, and call themselves Nonces. Can’t you see the t-shirts now? “I’m a nonce and I’m proud.” “Nonces live differently.” They could even support their particular favorite NonSociety blogger. “Nonce: Team Julia,” or “Nonce: Team The Other Girl,” or “Nonce: Team The Other Other Girl.” The possibilities are...
Israeli Foreign Minister Says Hamas Is to Blame -... →
So, does anyone else wanna check my math on this? According to today’s exchange rates, the life of one Israeli may be exchanged for 280 Palestinians.
List of recession-things I haven't seen yet.
Since the recession has probably been the hottest news item this year, I’m surprised (and miffed) that the following things have not been investigated thoroughly:
Recession beards
Recession language (phrases, cliches, etc.)
Recession jobs that bankers have been forced into
Recession jokes
Recession movies (Where’s Anthony Lane on this?)
Finished:
Anna Karenina. A bit puzzled as to why this novel is invoked so often by Oxford and Cambridge lit-heads, but either I don’t understand it or they read all the “best” parts. (the Oxford grads I know hardly ever actually read, so I surmise it’s the latter).
Onwards to Madame Bovary!
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luxembourg:
So I got quite a bundle of money for Christmas. Do I get a tattoo and new clothes? Ooor do I use it ALL to pay my bank. I hate money.
A great man once told me, “Spend today, borrow tomorrow.” Sage advice, which has stood the test of time (and credit crises). Chances are your bank will go bankrupt and your country’s currency will become worthless, so you might as...
Abroad - From Berlin’s Hole of Forgottenness, a... →
What a fantastic fucking article. It’s one of those articles that, when the reporter discovers a person like this, it writes itself.
My summer in a Moliere play
As an American provincial of the first order, I was more than willing to sacrifice my privacy and freedom last summer in exchange for a free room at my Uncle’s UES apartment. It was air conditioned, had doormen, a massive refrigerator. All in all I’d rather live with my Uncle and Aunt (who are swell anyway) than willfully degrade myself in some tenement-house in Brooklyn. As an...
When you look back on your life, it looks as though it were a plot, but when you...
– Arthur Schopenhauer (via hellovagina) (via agentofchaos)