Lonely tonight, unearthing Breton's Jeunes Cerisiers Garantis Contre Les LièvresI can't speak or understand spoken French worth a fig anymore, but there's just enough for reading Breton with the right hand held lightly over the English translation on the facing page, pale fingers taking on a flushed pink in the lamplight, over pale blue paper - ( Read more... )

One does not consider oneself vain, until one begins to grow ugly.

Absentmindedly clicking about on the tutoring pages of Craig's List, I find the following service offered by a biology tutor:

One on one individualized lesions ensure comprehension.

If I can provide tailored gaping knife wounds to guarantee performance I will be a step up on this sap.

The Morning News is currently breaking down the book-world, bracket-style, in the annual Tournament of Books, and I am starting to wonder - am I the only person who actually enjoyed reading Bolaño's 2666? The second round, it's blasting through the competition, behemoth-like, but all of the reviews cite the weight, the starpower, the masterpiece- ( Read more... )

"Since science is strange, a strange beast, which seeks its lair in the most absurd places, and works according to meticulous plans that from the outside can only appear inscrutable and sometimes even comic, so much like aimless wanderings do they seem and instead they are geometrical hunting trails, traps laid with cunning art, and strategic ( Read more... )

I find the grocery store to be harrowing. Yes, yes, the glut of choices and branding and mad consumerism has been discussed ad nauseum but my GOD how many toilet papers there are. The single rolls, wrapped in cricklepaper, bodega staple, mass up like Helm's Deep slashed purple and teal; you have double-roll, double-ply, double-roll-double-ply ( ( Read more... )

This particular meme provides undue amounts of entertainment. Couldn't stop at one - the number of times synchrony prevails is very pleasing.

The way it works is a random Wiki article provides the name, the end of a random quotation provides the album titles, and a random Flickr photo the artwork.

The original:


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There has been a dead moth on the back of the piano for months. For some reason, I always expect moths to smell of mothballs (they don't). I don't want to throw it out, for some reason, wings coiled around the abdomen like a cigar and its black black eyes. It reminds me of the summer afternoon when strange people sat down at our table to drink ( Read more... )

Titian-haired wet-dog roaming the streets (wag). In the rain the damp grey stones steal the sky, steelsky, everywhere stones. Walk faster, coat against the cold, pulling black fur tighter over eyes (melancholy, black dog). Walk faster ( Read more... )

(Informal poll: do you pronounce it "prih-mer" or "pry-mer ( Read more... )