January 2010
117 posts
I am blogging back at my old tumblr →
Now with more bears.
Jan 22nd
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ListenForever by Walter Meego
Jan 22nd
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ListenThis Is The Thing by Fink And the things that...
Jan 22nd
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ListenSad Eyed Lady of The Lowlands by Phoenix (Orig. by...
Jan 22nd
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“ADVICE TO A NEW WRITER: There are no rules in this profession. Do what is good...”
– Anne Rice
Jan 22nd
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“Getting started is partly stalling, stalling by way of reading and of listening...”
– Susan Sontag
Jan 21st
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“I’ve always regarded myself as an incomplete person. Consequently, I’ve always...”
– Tennessee Williams
Jan 21st
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“There are different species of laziness: Eastern and Western. The Eastern style...”
– Sogyal Rinpiche
Jan 21st
“For a long time, he communicated exclusively by answering machine. I would leave...”
– Deborah Treisman on David Foster Wallace
Jan 21st
Jan 21st
The Death of Fiction? →
Little wonder then that the last decade has seen ever-dwindling commercial venues for literary writers. Just 17 years ago, you could find fiction in the pages of national magazines like The Atlantic, Elle, Esquire, Glamour, Good Housekeeping, GQ, McCall’s, Mother Jones, Ms., Playboy, Redbook, and Seventeen, and in city magazines and Sunday editions like the Boston Globe Magazine, Chicago,...
Jan 21st
Why doesn't the American government ever condemn...
blocksonblox: newfilosofee: Hmmm….something ain’t right. Silly, Fatima. They’re our business partners. Just like China. The U.S. has a horrible history of overlooking these sorts of things as long as the U.S. is somehow benefiting from it.
Jan 21st
10 for 2010
Up until recently, I’ve always been more of a “go with the flow” kind of guy. For anyone that has known me for the past few years, you’re going to think “what?” I make lists. Grocery lists, to-do lists, shopping lists, book lists. I try to organize my life using lists that fill many spiral bound notebooks and moleskines and most people think that this makes me...
Jan 21st
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Why is it only 3:45PM? One of the longest days... →
Ask me things so my brain does not die. I need stimulation. Of the brain variety.
Jan 20th
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An Open Letter from OK Go on why their videos can... →
To the people of the world, from OK Go: This week we released a new album, and it’s our best yet. We also released a new video – the second for this record – for a song called This Too Shall Pass, and you can watch it here. We hope you’ll like it and comment on it and pass the link along to your friends and do that wonderful thing that that you do when you’re fond of something, share it....
Jan 20th
The Best Break Up Letter Ever(?) →
Tom, It would be difficult for me to be any more miserable right now, I feel like the worst person ever. First, let me start by saying that I am truly truly sorry, and I hate myself for hurting you. Of all the people in the whole entire world, you were honestly the last person that I would ever want to wrong in any way. There is no excuse at all for anything that happened, so I won’t even try...
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“My idea of a writer: someone interested in “everything.” I’d always had...”
– Susan Sontag
Jan 20th
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Jan 19th
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Jan 19th
Mind blown
Now I can’t wait for the new season of Lost to start. I’m finally all caught up.
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Dell ST2410 24” Full HD Widescreen Monitor →
I want this. Bonus that it is on sale.
Jan 19th
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ListenLow Shoulder by Toro Y Moi
Jan 19th
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This Longing
… awoke to rain around 2:30 this morning thinking of you, because I’d said only a few days before, this is what I wanted, to lie with you in the dark listening how rain sounds in the tree beside my window, on the sill, against the glass, damp cool air on my face. I am loving fresh smells, light flashes in the black window, love how you are here when you’re not, knowing we will lie close, nothing...
Jan 18th
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Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations has been a trough, renewing in itself an inch or two of rain, I satisfy my thirst: taking the water’s pristine coolness into my whole body through my wrists. Drinking would be too powerful, too clear; but this unhurried gesture of restraint fills my whole consciousness with shining water. Thus, if you...
Jan 18th
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The Future
The future: time’s excuse to frighten us; too vast a project, too large a morsel for the heart’s mouth. Future, who won’t wait for you? Everyone is going there. It suffices you to deepen the absence that we are. — Rainer Maria Rilke
Jan 18th
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To Say Before Going to Sleep
I would like to sing someone to sleep, have someone to sit by and be with. I would like to cradle you and softly sing, be your companion while you sleep or wake. I would like to be the only person in the house who knew: the night outside was cold. And would like to listen to you and outside to the world and to the woods. The clocks are striking, calling to eachother, and one can see right to the...
Jan 18th
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“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
– Oscar Wilde
Jan 18th
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“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
Jan 18th
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“I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me,...”
– Jack Kerouac
Jan 18th
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Midsummer
On nights like this we used to swim in the quarry, the boys making up games requiring them to tear off  the girls’ clothes and the girls cooperating, because they had new bodies since last summer and they wanted to exhibit them, the brave ones leaping off  the high rocks — bodies crowding the water. The nights were humid, still. The stone was cool and wet, marble for  graveyards, for buildings...
Jan 18th
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For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren’t you at all. — Richard Brautigan
Jan 18th
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“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. When I let go of what I...”
– John Heider
Jan 18th
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Dirty, Poorly Dressed
On the dogs’ path, my soul came upon my heart. Shattered, but alive, dirty, poorly dressed, and filled with love. On the dogs’ path, there where no one wants to go. A path that only poets travel when they have nothing left to do. But I still had so many things to do! And nevertheless, there I was: sentencing myself to death by red ants and also by black ants, traveling through the empty villages:...
Jan 18th