Monday’s Document Dump

Here’s why we all seem to suffer from seasonal resolution syndrome. If math was taught like this, we might actually learn something — such as how to analyze car-bombing by the numbers? This first part of this should be playing in every bar, every day.  The truth wears off. Who knew that putting your feet in vodka wouldn’t get you boozy? If one examines precultural dematerialism, one is faced with a choice: either reject postmaterialist cultural theory or conclude that language is a legal fiction. There are only two things that people are really, really interested in: sex and fortune telling. The economy of the (liberal) gaze. What Hunter Thompson and James Joyce have in common, for at least one guy. Who Protects Antiquity? These guys, maybe.  A man and a bomb walk into a bank.

Monday’s Document Dump

And now some distractions for your abbreviated work week.

Are english ain’t to well. The internet is shit. There won’t be life on Mars for much longer. The great improvisers can much more easily tap into their “autobiographical brain region.” And a bit about the greatest American Monk. Psychology talks trash about neuroscience. Didion on Allen. Auden on Rilke.  Like a lepidopterist mounting a tough-skinned insect with a too blunt pin he screwed himself into her. Socialists on racists. Health-scaping New York Fucking City. Man, the tired old gasbags that wrote the “about” paragraph of this pretentious slum. The answer to difficult public policy questions?  A nation of test groups. This is the dumbest thing you’ll watch this week – really. This is the smartestRepugnance…may be a form of knowing that precedes rational thought.  Oh, those crazy cats and their invisible things. My family is American, and has been for generations, in all its branches, direct and collateral. Damn lies! I’m going to punch this book in the face if it makes this point again: a critic’s craft. Justice is a little like silence in the library.

And finally, cats have tremendous days, especially when they have good editors.

Hello Again

Hello again!I know that most of you are signing autographs on the internet 24/7, but the past four months or so have been grand, hectic, and analog for me. Back in the saddle as of today, though. To wade back into the fray, a selection of things I’ve read and, more infuriatingly, things I’ve thought about but didn’t write:

Prior to WWI US immigration officials didn’t need a passport to tell whether or not you were an imbecile. Science thinks that, yes, we tell ourselves stories in order to live.  That said, we put off everything to enjoy the living. Due to a lack of attention by the authorities, some Native Americans are resorting to vigilante justice. I live in Pigtown. We are a species in thrall to creepers. Some Americans are consuming far too much health for their own good. Loneliness is a survival impulse – like thirst. There are five ways to land a lover. Malcolm Gladwell totally misunderstands why we all find him irritating. Conservatives evidently love them some war. Updike loved himself some Nabokov. Paranoid fears of white dispossession weren’t just in my imaginationNinja rocks actually work. In my old Kentucky home they hope that if they build it, you will come. Here’s why things like this blog and Facebook should freak us all out.  Here’s why in other, better hands things like this blog should not freak us out.

And finally, in the great internet of tradition of content without substance, I give you…

Cats playing patty-cake!
A painful testament to the power of self-delusion!
That Muppet Under Pressure thing!

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