February 2012
1 post
“In a love affair, most seek an eternal homeland. Others, but very few, eternal...”
– Walter Benjamin, One Way Street (via possiblesubject)
January 2012
1 post
December 2011
2 posts
November 2011
6 posts
“There is a time … when the operation of the machine becomes so odious,...”
– Mario Savio, quoted in Robert Haas, “Poet-bashing Police”
"Her refusal to subsume her personality to a... →
emilybooks:
— n+1 on Ellen Willis. The introduction to No More Nice Girls is available here for your reading pleasure.
BUY THE BOOK
October 2011
2 posts
September 2011
8 posts
“My leg had gone to sleep, but I did not stand up; unspecific tensions seemed to...”
– Joan Didion, The White Album, p. 23-24
Annie Dillard on the materiality of writing
“The materiality of the writer’s life cannot be exaggerated. If you like metaphysics, throw pots. How fondly I recall thinking, in the old days, that to write you needed paper, pen, and a lap. How appalled I was to discover that, in order to write so much as a sonnet, you need a warehouse. You can easily get so confused writing a thirty-page chapter that in order to make an outline for the second...
WatchDavid Odde dances his PhD, “Microtubule Catastrophe in Living Cells.” More at the Dance Your PhD Contest.
August 2011
18 posts
“There is an amusing clip on YouTube, in which Dawkins confronts Rowan Williams....”
– James Wood on the New Atheism
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“After I gave birth, I threw a chunk of placenta in the Vitamix with coconut...”
– from Atossa Araxia Abrahamian’s article on placenta-eating in this week’s New York Magazine.
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WatchFinally seeing the Sheryl Sandberg TED talk, after reading the New Yorker’s profile of her. Definitely worth your time.
“I suppose it made sense, when blogging was new, that there was some confusion...”
– Another Thing to Sort of Pin on David Foster Wallace - NYTimes.com
This essay sort of really kind of spoke to me, I guess. (via maitresse, in a way)
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Write Place, Write Time: Elif Batuman →
writeplacewritetime:
Finding the right workspace, for me, involved a lot of trial and error. In the end, this workspace turned out to be in some undergrowth.
It might not look luxurious, but there’s room for everything I need: a cup of tea, a reference volume or two, a spiral notebook and pen, and of…
I have the sweetest friends
Courtesy of the lovely Lauren Cerand. Do come!
Cocktail Hour w. Lauren & Lauren (8/16)
Ever wish that all of the writers and bon vivants whom you admire got off the internet and into one room? Here’s your chance: join us Tuesday, August 16th, from 6-8pm, for drinks at the Blue Bar in India House, on Hanover Square, to fete Lauren Elkin, our “maitresse” in town from...
don't f**k with foodies
From The Guardian
11.00am: My colleague Haroon Siddique sends this amazing story about a hold-up at a Michelin-starred restaurant. He writes:
Staff at the Michelin-starred restaurant the Ledbury, in Notting Hill, north-west London, leapt to the defence of diners when it was targeted by a gang last night.
One of those eating at the restaurant when it came under attack was Louise Yang, who...
Best. Rain of Invective. Ever.
KENT: Fellow, I know thee.
OSWALD: What dost thou know me for?
KENT: A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.
(King Lear II: ii)
July 2011
15 posts
“Voices. Voices. Listen, my heart, as only
saints have listened: until the...”
– Rilke, from The Duino Elegies (First Elegy)
I've been reading Germaine Greer.
“Women who understand their sexual experience in the way that Jackie Collins writes of it are irretrievably lost to themselves and their lovers:
He took her to the bedroom and undressed her slowly, he made love to her beautifully. Nothing frantic, nothing rushed (…) She floated on a suspended plane, a complete captive to his hands and body. He had amazing control, stopping at just the...
“We’ve been taught to adopt a certain level of cynicism when reading glossies,...”
– “The Un-Democracy Of Fashion Blogging,” Kat George for Thought Catalog (via somethingchanged)
