that tournament of hunchbacks category archives
the attempt to be demotic
Wednesday 24 February 2010 | I like a cookie
I love these men.
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fuck it
Sunday 7 February 2010 | I like a cookie
I mean, everyone else is doing it, so why not me? Does that mean we’ve finally succeeded in killing Faceborg? So much of me wants to walk away from this crusty rusty disgusting ancient thing, and hook up with my shiny new URL, and hide from those of you whom I don’t want to know [...]
game on
Tuesday 13 October 2009 | 3 cookies in the jar
Though more of each day is dark, though he’s awkward at the job, he squeezes paint from a tube. Hazard is back at work. (William Meredith)
throat-clearing
Saturday 9 May 2009 | 9 cookies in the jar
And if you don’t want to hang around for the sound check, no one would blame you a bit. It’s just that, classes being officially over (though I haven’t read or graded my students’ final papers yet), I have a bit of free time to, you know, brood copiously and spangle your feedreader with pretty [...]
sabbath
Wednesday 11 March 2009 | someone left a cookie
I meant, I really meant, to make this ten-day spring break have no computers in it, or anyway no online computers. (Yesterday I reconditioned the Brujo’s infinitely dithery laptop, purged it of its bandwidth-devouring cactus porn to a point where you can actually type without waiting for the letters to appear s-l-o-w-l-y one at a [...]
redaction
Monday 9 March 2009 | 7 cookies in the jar
Apologies for earlier hand-wringing and soprano-keening. Backup and subsequent upgrade to WP 2.7 has gone without hitch, and thus there’s now this Autosave feature which should make the loss of five hours’ so-called labor a thing of the past. Should. Though in fact the rule is always, Always, ALWAYS write your posts in a text [...]
friday refrains · mary ruefle
Friday 20 February 2009 | 5 cookies in the jar
“I use a lot of repetition in my poems. Some people say they don’t like repetition, but I don’t believe them. How do they get out of bed every morning?” [Mary Ruefle, last night, after I introduced her, but so nervously that I forgot to introduce myself first, with the result that the small audience [...]
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as many women did
Thursday 19 February 2009 | 5 cookies in the jar
I think people were very open to Joseph. First of all, he made a stunning impression. He was so authoritative personally. That would register here as supreme confidence; and people are—I want to say in America, because I think it’s more so than in New York—Americans are rather disposed to admire, if they are given [...]
shallow work is the work that I do (joanna newsom)
Wednesday 18 February 2009 | 6 cookies in the jar
After Brodsky’s notoriously farcical trial for being a social parasite, Akhmatova had the doting-mama reaction, What a biography they are creating for our redheaded boy! Of course the biography came mostly after Arkhangelsk. Alors—Joe vs. the Politburo. I’ve cobbled this together from so many different sources and then disgracefully lost them all—the problem is, finding [...]
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in lieu of anything more substantial
Tuesday 17 February 2009 | 5 cookies in the jar
Pride and Predator! As one disgusted commenter says, “This isn’t a movie; it’s an idea for a Facebook group.” Another sagely observes that, if you know how to read, Austen is already completely bloody terrifying. Eh bien—Hollywood moves in mysterious ways its travesties to perform. (NB however that the Guardian blog is copying y’all’s comment [...]
