October 2011
1 post
Dear followers--
This is no longer where I force onto you my ideology. Please go here for that.
Danke, dudes, dudettes, the in between, the transcendent.
July 2011
1 post
really earnest
I started this little thing, what I’d rather call a ‘literary output’ than a ‘blog’, with the intention to subvert. Not that I’m some kind of activist. I’m not particularly the type to act clever, much less the type to be clever, but I do, as I suspect most writers do, see myself as both agent of and subject to change. Writing is fundamentally about change...
May 2011
1 post
shooby doo: let's all get really earnest →
missmollymary:
Mateus and I are starting a website called really earnest. And the website needs writing! Fiction, nonfiction, criticism, essays, various uncategorizable doodads. It also needs other stuff: music, videos, art, your grandmother’s pumpkin pie recipe. We think it’s going to be sweet. So submit! Submit submit submit whatever your pea-picking heart desires. Writing submissions...
March 2011
2 posts
Something's changed. It's not you, it's me. →
February 2011
1 post
ROUGH DRAFTZZZZZZzzzzzz -- Pursue: Yea, Nay?
Phases, or, to Faze
There is something about water.
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Five-hundred-and-one billion, twenty-seven million, six thousand and thirty-four years into the past, voluminous white wisps of evaporated liquid from the oceans are blown eastward by a westerly wind. As the wind blows, filaments, hirsute tendrils of micro-condensed droplets of water toss and convulse in fractal chaos, cast in...
January 2011
3 posts
Defibrillation
If I haven’t posted recently (and I haven’t, it’s true), it is because I’ve been extremely busy with fun timez. Here’s a (Denny’s-sized) sampler. Enjoi.
Fork-Tender
“The rice—it’s glue. And kale, kale doesn’t go with salmon. What the hell were you thinking? And the salmon is frozen and the potatoes, the knife cuts are, like, ridiculously uneven. Look at this....
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December 2010
9 posts
Rodarte S/S '11 Campaign
Cupcake Wars. This post is not about Cupcake Wars, the Food Network show featuring glittery girls baking small, cup-sized cakes with an end to impress judges with imaginary credentials. This post is about Giao, and it’s about her dilemma. What my brother and I did to mend the post-Holidaze low—
1:46 AM: “I feel like something sweet.” “But, like, chewy sweet.”
...
Insomnia on account of--
On the fragility of certain media.
Seems like the proper act of folding, in its multiple facets, is a critical skill in need of absolute mastery for one’s success in maintaining personal welfare. Some situations/scenarios in which ‘folding’ can be important:
Culinary expertise/in the prevention of general Food Spillage Potential (FSP): folding whipped cream with melted chocolate and cream cheese—How else...
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Fab FloFab
On the New York Times ’Dining & Wine’ section, Florence Fabricant offers periodic advice regarding the banalities of table and restaurant etiquette, but most often what would have been originally intended as genuine guidance rules for proper public presentation morph into pretentiously humorous takes on relationship counseling for new couples, therapy for young parents, and...
Tradução re 'shooby doo: blurbs' →
missmollymary:
Down Home with the Neelys is a Food Network show hosted by Patrick and Gina Neely. In the show, they share the secrets behind their favorite dishes and their passion for food. They’re known for their singing and dancing while cooking and for their mild bedroom humor.
‘Downtown’ with the Neelys is a Food Network show featuring adult entertainers Patrick and Gina...
Last chapter.
Epigrammatics of Testicular Lesion
Now, tell me, please. How does it feel? … Okay, okay. Carry on. … Fascinating! … Yes, it does seem quite painful. … Tender, yes. … You mean you feel it in your stomach? Really? … Here, allow— …! Um. Sorry. … .! … … .! … .! Sorry. … And the righ— … … …...
November 2010
21 posts
Somniphobia.
Reasons for being ‘afraid to sleep’ can vary greatly: backstabbing or murder potential on the part of a malicious awake party, loose bowels and overactive bladders, recurring nightmares regarding tanning beds, paranoia in general, ‘the idea of wasting time,’ or whatever. My experience leans closer to the ‘dreamworld closely approximates undesirably realistic...
Ye Morning Commute
It’s a wonderful kind of feeling when seemingly fragmented aspects of daily life congregate into a harmonious, artful weave of fortunate happenstance. At one point you may be stepping out of the car in a crowded lot, paying the cab fare, nodding a ‘thank you’ to the bus driver, flawlessly flowing through turnstiles at the subway exit, yet at another you may be sitting at a...
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Hey guys!
Welcome to 19th century Mexico, where everyone wears puritan scrubs and bowling shirts to the beach, yo!
Nomenclature
Today in a UVM creative writing class, c. 10:30 ante meridiem: Mateus freewrites on the pseudo-romantic relationship between a 30-year old bachelor and his pet pug, Cat. Cat pukes whenever he is fed Purina or kettle corn. Bachelor dude realizes his entire life has been somehow externally driven to fit the mold of a mid-80s sitcom. He takes Cat on a walk at the [Boston] Common. The two last...
L8 Night Blogarifics
If ‘u’ haven’t yet been brought ‘up’ ‘2’ ‘speed,’ I urge you ‘2’ ‘check out’ Molly’s album reviews ‘up’ ‘@’ in’ur’speakers. The girl dedicates a degree of attention in describing music that few other reviewers bother with, a ‘little’ something that makes her reviews...
Holy shiznat. I don't even know anymore...
The nerve. And of course one should blame Copernicus for not only the foundations of modern science, but also for the unmendable rift between Method and Canon, the relentless assertion from both fields that ∀ truth ∈ Truth ∃! explanation : explanation ∈ {Human Nature}\{Theology} ∨ explanation ∈ {Human Nature}\{Science}. There indeed exists a fundamental incompatibility, a deeply-ingrained...
I despise Ann Curry.
And I am stunned—stunned, I say—that she has not yet made her way down to Haiti to report on the imminent hurricane. Seems to me like she derives her passion for reporting precisely from pretending to care about disasters and the people suffering from them. Few people are as clearly insincere about their work as she is. I am completely convinced she does what she does solely for the...
Favorite ¶
My name is Ada. I’m not married, am no longer in a relationship, and don’t plan on being in one for some time. I enjoy froyo, well-toasted, seasoned pepitas, and Cadbury Creme Eggs. I am not about funny business.
Appendectomy
I have been researching some interesting things these past few days, most of them in quite a bit of depth. Makes me appreciate the amount of work that goes into crafting a masterpiece such as DFW’s Infinite Jest or even the ‘newcomer’ novelist Adam Levin’s The Instructions. A few highlights so far [with Wiki links!]:
The categorical imperative;
Judith Butler;
elBulli and...
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He once ranted for seventy-five minutes on Oscar Wilde’s foretelling of the advent postmodern school, an avant-garde movement characterized by the denial of objective truth, and what the socio-cultural implications were that McDonald’s Corporation had two months prior decided to publish short excerpts from The Critic As Artist on the back of Happy Meal boxes, directly under the listed Nutrition...
DSLR
[Have you ever stared at your image on a mirror, considering deeply and with utmost concentration what it is that goes on beyond your eyes—how everything you’ve always known (and all that you will ever come to know) has happened (or will happen) somewhere inside that one head you see in front of you? I have.]
On the train he lay on cabin seat 47D, which was advertized as “private” and...
Scorpionic
November is kind of a bittersweet month, its peak-est of moments characterized by Thnksgvng Brk and, subsequently, feasting, and its lowest by the applicability of the horrific term ‘bittersweet’ in its description. This November proves no different: couple’a rull gr8 kidz with landmarkish personal anniversary celebrations, heaps of Fall’s bountiful harvest for hedonistic...
October 2010
7 posts
Diwali
I think I’m being honest when I say that only three books I have ever read I loathed. Two of them were classic high school selections with grand purposes and great expectations regarding ‘the potential to teach students something’ in ‘an accessible manner’. They were Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried and A Separate Peace, John Knowles’s opus...
Year of the Garnier Fructis Triple Nutrition...
Why am I so excited!? Well, I am SO excited because these are the classes I will be taking next semester:*
Thermodynamix;
Quantum! Mechanics, IInd;
Development of Math(ematics) (a.k.a., History of Human Logical Fallacies);
Advanced Writing: POETRY!***;
Advanced Writing: FICTION!;
Gender & Sex in Lit Studies—or—Prospecting 110;
Topix in Postmodernism****;
…thesis...
First-person Rant on Segregated Academic...
I am sorry for the current state of academia. And I mean this in two distinct ways: (1), in the sense of pity and (2), in the sense of apology and guilt, as I feel partly responsible for the nature of this ‘current state,’ one in which the modes of thought applied in the hard sciences must be seen as separate and excluded from those applied in the arts and humanities. As a sort of...
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Boy Will It Get Better
[Disclaimer: Been preparing this bit for some time now. At first I was really hesitant—not sure if it was artificial or, ‘God’ forbid, cheesy—but I felt a sincere sense of urgency. Something like this is important beyond my humble act writing of it.]
I’m gay and have never been teased, bullied, or harassed about the fact. Sometimes I wonder if this means I...
shooby doo: clockstoppers 2: the reckoning →
missmollymary:
A study came out last year about people who can get by on six hours of sleep a night; it had to do with a certain gene mutation, DEC2, that allows 5% of the population to have more efficient sleep cycles. Obviously this study validated a lot of those souls who believe they don’t have to sleep at all - members of the Warren Zevon “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead” think tank - even though,...
Heteronormative breach.
English class my junior year of high school was highly concerned with pieces of lit-Americana. Readings included Gatsby and The Sun Also Rises, some Gertrude Stein, Fred Douglass, and, for Molly, Norwegian Wood (if I remember correctly). She had a Jesus bag, or something. Our teacher adored two distinct ‘things’ or ‘ideas’ very clearly, but these were really the...
September 2010
11 posts
Shit, son: Gen Y Fails, Safe.
Extended hands tear, stir a stagnant air, Responses blare, ring ‘cross sore throats, protest To “Now claim, grasp the fleeting life we share!
No longer do we yield like grain so fair. We’re blessed?—Lies!” Flames in heavy, beating breast, Extended hands tear, stir a stagnant air
As our bright eyes with vehemence declare, In anguish for the target of your jest To now claim, grasp the fleeting...
So this is what Beyoncé refers to in 'Ego'...
Stayed home sick again today. Heard a tinny tap on my front door—while minding my own business watching Giada over-enunciate Italian nouns—like a key wanting to get in. Didn’t have the will to go check immediately, but decided to, again, down a couple-a ‘acetaminophen’ pills ‘to get over it’. Arrived at door about 2 minutes of shuffling feet over cold...
VICTORY FOR THE FORCES OF DEMOCRATIC FREEDOM!
Stayed home sick today and, much to my dismay, Rachael Ray made some mad shit-lookin’ pasta that could have been potentially bitchin’ were it not made by Rachael Ray. Logically, I downed a few aspirins to ‘get over it’ and went on a mission—a mission for the glory of my own intellect and ego over Food Network. No recipe. No behind-the-scenes cast reminding me that...
