Saturday, February 5, 2011

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Things I Did While I Was Drunk

Lost my socks
Took my temperature (and it was, indeed, lower)
Broke a video game controller
Read peoples' palms
Quoted Yeats
Quoted 50 Cent
Made a list of common synecdoches
Flipped a coin for a kiss
Got kissed anyway
Got neck-deep in snow
Missed someone I don't, by conventional terms, know
Didn't mind my empty pockets

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

"The next real literary “rebels” in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat of plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Dead on the page. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe that’s why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. Today’s risks are different. The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the “Oh how banal.” To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness. Of willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows. "
-David Foster Wallace

Monday, January 31, 2011

Things Not Worth Doing

Giving empty praise
Eating cinnamon candy
Going to bed early
Saving words for later
Having faith in Congress
Watching television
Worrying about multiple sclerosis but not getting an MRI
Buying into absolute truths
Pretending to like Bjork
Following social obligations
Trying to make something that will last forever
Going to Madison
Reading Anna Karenina
Being reasonable
Doing some drugs
Not doing some drugs
Studying probability
Telling boring lies
Being cautious (sometimes)

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Goodbye tannery good luck we will miss you

(Mr. Wallace, I am having a hard time)

Monday, January 24, 2011