December 2010
9 posts
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...
Quote
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...
