Monthly Archive: December, 2006

Practically speaking…

Dear readers, I will be less able to blog between now and January 3rd, as I will be traveling in parts of Northern California where the Internet is still a legend told by… Continue reading

Special Christmas Carol Edition: NPR and Villainy

Don’t repeat the same thing I just said, in different fucking words. -Ian McShane as “Al Swearingen” in Deadwood Something that I actually heard today on National Public Radio’s “Talk of the Nation”:… Continue reading

Adventures in Birdland

(Driving towards the Stonefish bird refuge, which is beside the highway in a suburb called Elk Grove.) ME: Where are we going? MY FATHER (mystically): Heaven? MY MOTHER: No, Elk Grove. ME: OK.… Continue reading

Jubilee Part 2: An Accidental Account of Thomas Pynchon and A Brief History of Tom Robbins

Okay, I lied. In my previous post, I claimed that in high school I read nothing but elevated works of high tragedy. You have to understand that it was four in the morning.… Continue reading

Jubilee

Dear readers, It’s almost the end of the year. I promised you end-of-year-lists, but now I’m staying with my parents in Sacramento, and there’s no way to muster the web or print or… Continue reading

Jubilee: Epigraphs

Next day, with the courage you find you have when there is nothing more to lose, she got in touch. -Thomas Pynchon, from The Crying of Lot 49 You get a word from… Continue reading

Night By Night: More On Taste

Dear readers, Since I just posted a huge comment over at the Valve, which contains a lot of my thinking about “taste” and arguments about taste, I figure I’ll reproduce it here and,… Continue reading

No Desert Island: Towards A Gutsy Aesthetics Via Nabokov

(x-posted to the Valve) Uh-oh. It’s that time again. Soon, every website remotely dealing with culture, plus a wide variety of magazines, will be talking up their “end of the year” lists. Regardless… Continue reading

Magnets and Babble

Falling in love also conforms frequently to this type, a latent process of unconscious preparation often preceding a sudden awakening to the fact that the mischief is irretrievably done. –William James, on conversion… Continue reading

Noise: Lintany

(Dedicated to petitpoussin and our disagreement about Adaptation) Our new theory is, that you must enjoy worrying about things. -My parents I will not have a job this summer. I will have to… Continue reading