archives for Friday 20 October 2006
friday refrains: three after stevie (but by me, from days of yore)
Friday 20 October 2006 | I like a cookie
J’ai un faible pour elle And that is why when the bell Strikes out through the dark intervening wood As late as 11 or 12 I don’t kick her out of my room as I know I should But instead listen cross-legged in a spell Car j’ai un faible pour elle. • Is it insanity [...]
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brief plaintive personal refrain
Friday 20 October 2006 | I like a cookie
I do not need a purple cashmere sweater, even if it is on sale from Lands’ End for $59.95. I do not need a scarlet cashmere sweater, even if it is on sale from Lands’ End for $59.95. I do not need a sea-green cashmere sweater, even if it is on sale from Lands’ End [...]
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murciélago de fruta
Friday 20 October 2006 | I like a cookie
Which is, as it turns out, not only how you say “fruitbat” en español, but the first part is also a make of car—this from the Brujo, who then informs me that it’s made by Lamborghini and he’s driven one. I raise the eyebrow of quizzicality. “In my digital life,” he hastens to elaborate, referring [...]
who art thou, faithful oregonian reader?
Friday 20 October 2006 | someone left a cookie
Network comcast.net IP Address 24.22.1.# (Comcast Cable) Location Continent : North America Country : United States (Facts) State : Oregon City : Portland Lat/Long : 45.5184, -122.6554 (Map) Operating System Macintosh MacOSX
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speechless (friday refrains to follow)
Friday 20 October 2006 | I like a cookie
There’s genius. And then there’s this. We actually had to blink back the tears that sprang to our eyes, contemplating its mercilessly compressed summation of cultural disintegration, its riotously fragmented captioning of decline. (And remembering our stroke-riddled grandfather struggling to articulate a sentence which eventually emerged as, “The only comic that’s funny anymore is Family [...]
