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All Quiet on the Homefront... When Outside My Mind
"See, this is what happens when nothing happens." A variation on refriedgringo's frequent conclusion. Check out his blogs in Baja, for more perspective :) When you are young, it is common to suffer from this kind of general malaise, when either too much or too little is happening--I understand. And perhaps you have had too many clopens and splifts, too? Moving can stir up all kinds of stuff. (Whips out prescription pad): A small bottle of fine, homegrown sense of community feeling: http://sandiego.craigslist.org/csd/for/1403306687… Also to be treated with generous views of the park and telling Auntie SD and your new blogger friends all about it :)— October 6, 2009 3:16 a.m.
Save the Date
re: #15: Pikester, what did you think of my idea for writing the screenplay of "Mr. Squishy?" Have you read this story? I opine that it is DFW's best story, largely from the p.o.v. of an advertising firm focus group facilitator. As I mentioned, he should be played by Philip Seymour Hoffmann... I know only one person who writes for television--no one for film. Gringo, do you? It would be a great collaborative project.— October 6, 2009 2:45 a.m.
Deep Blue Sea
The plot thickens, or the tank stinkens: We just donated an identical tank to the Salvation Army--on perpoise. Wouldn't it be a trip if Yah Dude picked it up there, and is now reselling it? That would be pretty deviant! Anyway, I didn't want fish anymore after Eddy the goldfish and Uncle the catfish died. Yah Dude: When I was in junior high, the term "dude" took on at least forty different intonations and meanings, sorta like Eskimo snow. By now, it has accumulated further drift-age. Perhaps you and Adam could collaborate on a dude-icon pocket handbook?— October 6, 2009 2:37 a.m.
Deep Blue Sea
"Oh, and, SDaniels (when you eventually read this) all those footnotes were for you." Ah, thanks, Pikey! The problem is that I cannot click on them. Where are the footnotes? Should I be able to click on them? "Robert Smithson: The Collected Writings." ed. Jack Flam. Eugenie Tsai has written a good one on him--"Robert Smithson" avail. at SDPL. You beat me to it on the Cuppy! :( Runner Up Goats--$1 or $100? Besides the fact that one must carefully note that the goats are about waist-high, it is crucial to understand that: "Weed/brush eating is their specialty." They forgot to mention that eating clothing, plastic objects, and your garden vegetables is also their specialty :)— October 6, 2009 2:30 a.m.
Today's The Day...Turn The Page.
and I will add the Canadian birthday song--Nan, join in, Lady! Forty-six years old, forty-six years old, See the happy birthday boy who's forty-six years old Growing like a tall tree Good as gold, See the happy birthday boy who's forty-six years old! The catch: Then the crowd asks: How old are you? And when you answer, it all starts up again :)— October 6, 2009 1:57 a.m.
The Fetishist
Oh yes, forgot to mention Kraft-Ebing. It has been quite a while since I looked at it, and more recently (which is years ago), read him only via Foucault (another fetishist--you know he was a leather man, as legend goes :)— October 6, 2009 1:42 a.m.
The Fetishist
Pete, it looks to this layperson that you are taking massive strides toward health--and if I might ask--you don't have to answer, but I'm dying to know: What was it that led you to make such a 180 shift? One second you were trolling, spewing hate (mixed with a fair amount of pain--I always noticed), and the next you were suddenly opening up to everyone, and having civilized conversations. Did you have some kind of epiphany? Did you suddenly realize things were different on this site, and you could trust us, or was it something else? I appreciate whatever you can answer on that, but understand if you don't want to go into it :) "Civilization and Its Discotheques" Hahhaha, russl! Yes, I remember now about them discovering Sade's manuscripts, hidden in a wall. Freaking amazing! Besides his obsessive attention to detail, what blows me away about Sade is how he managed to create this giant clockwork fetish machine, with all of the characters functioning as different parts: wheels, levers, gears, etc. The most startling fact of all is that this narrative structure, this hydraulic 'machine' (remember that hydraulic garden statues were all the rage in the 18th century), neatly functions as a philosophical synechdoche of his century's mechanist society...— October 6, 2009 1:39 a.m.
Dear Reader Website Powers That Be
and thanks to Fishcuddles for suggesting it!— October 6, 2009 1:24 a.m.
Deep Blue Sea
re: #9: This looks great! I'm going to check it out. Gringo, have you ever read Lytton Strachey's Eminent Victorians? Strachey is credited with the first book of this type--psychologically-oriented bios of public figures using particular narrative strategies. It is dry and brilliantly clever.— October 6, 2009 12:44 a.m.
Hit Me, I'm a Man, I Can Take It
Pike drooled: "We shall serve only bacon." Bacon is the pancetta-cea of culinary fools. Oh yeah? Put up yer dukes! Nyah nyah!— October 6, 2009 12:07 a.m.