Happy summer everyone. Due to the weirdness of archaic calendars, Midsummer Eve actually falls 2 days from now, which means the fairies and the weird coincidences and the sexual abandon and maypoles, but until then I'm going to enjoy these achingly long days--even if I've never lived under the Midnight Sun, as I dream of doing one season, one day ( Read more... )

I always hated those yuppie assholes with their Bluetooth headsets, that whole "ooh, i might get a call any moment because I'm Movin On Up In The World" thing, the sleazy real-estate-agentness of it all. And I hated them for the ostentation of talking anywhere and everywhere ( Read more... )

It's a whole lot of things, you know?

It's my headlong thrust into appreciation of the torta asada, and the pupusa filled with loroco flower buds piled over with curtido, and the banh mi sardines sandwich, or islamic chinese food especially that sesame bread with green onions baked in. It's too much horchata in my belly right now. It's japanese ( Read more... )

Reverse-engineered from The Edison, something i just relatively successfully made myself. Strangely, the flavors really do hold together ( Read more... )

Tonight I ( Read more... )

An L.A. Times review of some bad, very Sex-in-the-City-esque chick lit book really encapsules one of my major problems with a lot of contemporary American literature, including non-genre fic:

Davis maps an emotional terrain, following the harrowing contours and treacherous twists of the psyche, rather than a physical reality. That makes a ( Read more... )

Totally wasting time as I need to catch up on work overnight. SUCK. It suddenly feels like college again, but without the structure ( Read more... )

So I bought a road bike yesterday. Off craigslist. It's one of those cool old steel ones with shifters on the downtube and some 3-tone turquoise action going on--i guess the owner is leaving the state to run the Boston Marathon ( Read more... )

(Stockhausen's KONTAKTE, on scratched record: an onomatopoeic part-transcriptionbloop bip ( Read more... )

This one's from our good pal "Quintus Call". I really think they outdid themselves this time, though I think our friend may be a turn-of-the century Anarchist Joycean ( Read more... )