archives for November 2008
“how mad are you?”
Wednesday 19 November 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
Take ten volunteers, half have psychiatric disorders, the other half don’t—but who is who? Follow this two-part social experiment to see if you can tell which of the people have a mental health diagnosis. Over five days the group are put through a series of challenges—from performing stand-up comedy to mucking out cows. The events [...]
hipster enabler alert
Wednesday 19 November 2008 | someone left a cookie
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what can I say, I’m a hater
Wednesday 19 November 2008 | 10 cookies in the jar
So much am I a hater that I refuse to give this guy any of my faithless traffic; so g••gl• “john ziegler salesman,” but only if you feel like getting your hate on.
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the real motivation behind the un
Tuesday 18 November 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
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naked as we came
Tuesday 18 November 2008 | 11 cookies in the jar
[In which Miss Bovary reviews Lauren Slater, and adroitly, with admirable calm, so we subsequently discuss Marya Hornbacher, whom she avers is a better writer, but then I get cold feet after looking at her (Marya's) blog, and start thinking about the embattled genre of confessional memoir all over again.] The radical of my personal [...]
cracky
Tuesday 18 November 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Why am I just sitting here, snug in the second-skin placentaesque sweatpants, reading obsessively about Roberto Bolaño (2666) and Joanna Scott (“Unsteady.”) and listening to “If I Had a Rocket Launcher” and “Bouncing off Clouds“ and “Crazy as Me” and not, not, not getting ready/dressed/kitted up/fitted out for work? Because I’m singularly uninterested in knowing [...]
also to floss more
Monday 17 November 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
His final, devastating bout with depression robbed him—and thereby his readers—of an essay he was likely born to write: a piece on Barack Obama and rhetoric, commissioned earlier this year by GQ. Bonnie Nadell, Wallace’s agent throughout (“we grew up in publishing together”) described conversations between the two and Wallace’s wife Karen on their enthusiasm [...]
it has a name, it has a name, the thing I wrote “house” about? it has a name
Monday 17 November 2008 | 9 cookies in the jar
He will typically become immersed in his special interest—often his work—and will be disinterested in the minutiae of everyday life. He will have fixed ideas about things and will respond badly to being asked to do something that does not correspond to these fixed ideas. Typically he will not be in the slightest bit snobbish. [...]
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rate my genius professor dot com
Saturday 15 November 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
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pipe wrench fight!
Saturday 15 November 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Though, had I been the one writing the new libretto, I might have had more acidulous things to say about their tarty Members Only jackets.
