David Sedaris offered me zero (0) free food products, and plugged his editorship of a short story anthology which including Richard Yates and Joyce Carol Oates (who he referred to as J-Co.) I fucking despise David Sedaris, nearly as much as Dave Eggers. I wanted to go up and be like "KNOCK KNOCK MR SEDARIS, WHERE'S THE FICTION OF MERIT? SHITTY ( Read more... )

Whoops, I think that meat was bad. Now the question is, am I going to die? Fuck you, supermarket, that was MAD not "sell by June 19th."

I don't know why, but I seriously haven't felt like doing anything since about noon Saturday, besides sitting around my house eating and drinking coffee. It's sort of nice, sort of not. Someone ought to make me do something tomorrow.

Things I want to accomplish in life:

Get elected to L'Academie Francaise (i dunno if they only accept native francophones or 2nd languagers ( Read more... )

Actually, I just had an epiphany: I really do hate everyone OR I can only really truly like myself because I'm the only one I can fully control OR books and being alone is better than people.

However, should you still want to loan me a typewriter, I would appreciate it. ALTHOUGH NOT IN A FRIENDLY WAY- PURE BUSINESSLIKE.

Actually, I thought of some other things you could do for me this weekend:

Give me a copy of The New Yorker from December 3rd, 1973 if you have it around. I think that New Yorker cover paintings are often the most sublimely beautiful things in the world, often mirroring the ephemeral, almost indiscernably echoing beauty found in the Minimalist ( Read more... )

I need some assistance with the following things: does anyone have a working typewriter that they want to lend to me for a period of about a week or less? I am making something, and would like the text to be typewritten because my handwriting is a little bad recently. I promise I will treat it lovingly- I am clean, I keep things clean, I live in a ( Read more... )

I accomplished a lot today. I decided that it was too hot not to exert myself outside and get really really sweaty and stinky, so I took my bike out and vaguely went north to use that big ugly HSBC bank building and maybe go to Foodswings for lunch (I did not find it.) Since I haven't ridden a bike in the city for about a year and a half, I first ( Read more... )

How dark was it? Let’s put it this way: an electric current coursing through a tungsten filament in a small glass vacuum produces a hundred times the light emitted by a candle or oil lamp. And, considering that no European cities deployed any kind of public lighting before 1650, the world at night was no place to take a stroll. Moonless nights ( Read more... )

Is it strange that this city glows so bright and energetic, but an abnormal fear of the night is called (en-why-cee) nyctophobia?