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'The Angel Esmeralda: Nine Stories' by Don DeLillo
Book review - Los Angeles Times

Seitan Chorizo Recipe

10 Stories Of 2011 That Didn't Suck: A SportsFeat List

Some New Directions | The Awl
The Awl on contemporary avant-garde literature.

Experimental Conversations — Articles — Sidney Lumet: Experimental Filmmaker?

 
latest shared (greader) Are All Fake Field Goals And Fake Punts Useless? [Video]

Debt Ceiling Deal: The Democrats Take a Dive

Have computers taken away our power? | Television & radio | The Guardian

Exclusive: The First Lines of David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King

The Messy History Of Charlie Sheen's "Winning" Ring [Crime]

Woody Allen's Recession Monopoly Game

Petulia: Julie Christie & the Grateful Dead star in the great lost film of the ‘Summer of Love’

The Public School Berlin

Eating a Bhut Jolokia

In Which You Begin To Grasp His Unique Pain

filmbrain: Jean-Luc Godard’s 1995 letter to the NYFCC....

LeBron Watch, Day 50: What ESPN Should Have Asked LeBron James [LeBron James]

Cavs Owner Channels Crazy Person: "Some People Think They Should Go To Heaven But NOT Have To Die To Get There" [Free Fucking Agency]

Keyboard Drum Demonstration


There is nothing less passive than the act of fleeing…

Why Has England Been So Bad?

David Foster Wallace on iPhone 4's FaceTime

Outrage revisited: Milton Keynes

How do you pronounce Zooey?

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09 November
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Trying to make a traditional Estonian wooden house at least slightly warm for the (surely brutal) winter ahead: 5cm thick Paroc FAS4 insulation, to be covered with a lovely red clay.
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26 July
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We carried you in our arms on Independence Day And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so? To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him "No" Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so low And life is brief It was all very painless When you went out to receive All that false instruction Which we never could believe And now the heart is filled with gold As if it was a purse But, oh, what kind of love is this Which goes from bad to worse? Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so low And life is brief We pointed you the way to go And scratched your name in sand Though you just thought it was nothing more Than a place for you to stand I want you to know that while we watched You discovered no one would be true And I myself was among The ones who thought It was just a childish thing to do
09 June
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The guardian liked to discuss with young people their 'approach.' But that word meant 'coming near,' and often what the guardian meant entailed being 'already there.'
--Joseph McElroy, Hind's Kidnap (1969), p. 128
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And believe me, these boxes are HEAVY. Total shelf space required = 5.6 metres.
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11 November
LAST NIGHT'S DREAM
I was in the theatre audience of a large awards show, on TV, and Michael Bolton was accepting a lifetime achievement award. While he was speaking, a bunch of his assistants were going through the audience and passing out dental floss to everyone and whispering for us to all floss in unison.
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Prisma, Tikkurila.
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I must admit I love Hipstamatic....
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16 September
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April 15, 2011.
29 August
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I'll post more on Icewhistle in a bit...
01 August
07 July
A secret
I love the way that red wine smells the next day, when you've left a centimeter or less in the glass. That stale, slightly-off odor - it's musky in the right way. It's wafting into my window right now, just after midnight on a random Wednesday night in Vallila, but it can't be wine I smell - instead, an olfactory impostor. I don't know where it's coming from. I like it.
22 June
Dunn-done
And I'm fucking sad about it!!! We Luv U, Richard Dunn