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We were lying in the fields on an overcast Saturday, 28 degrees, the sugar of iced lollies dribbling down our hands and hoping the sun would bless us for long enough to darken our transparent skin. Beautiful people surrounded us on all sides: impossibly thin; impossibly well dressed in that garage-sale chic kind of way; [ READ MORE ]
So, Delilah had a case of Spontaneous Tyre Explosion going on yesterday morning: I guess I should consider myself lucky it wasn’t the bald tyre on the front, while I was driving, which has happened before. Except I was going to replace the bald tyre with the spare tyre, so that Delilah would be roadworthy and [ READ MORE ]
we’re squatting because yesterday we got rained out of the camp grounds. the place has new carpets, so we take off our shoes. the kitchen is partially carpeted, and a light came on behind the locked door when we got the electricity going. I wish I could still imagine Rochester’s wife or something equally sinister, but [ READ MORE ]
Dear Twitter, What we had was thrilling for a while, but then it got lame. I’m sorry – it’s not you, it’s everyone else. You gave me the confidence to publish longer blog posts at Socratic Ignorance is Bliss, but there’s something … something about you that makes me feel squeamish now. I know, that’s rough, but I [ READ MORE ]
I went to see this guy last night: Here’s a video of one of my favourite tracks: And a link to Tattooing the Surface of the Moon, Sean’s blog. I fell in love with Sean M Whelan’s work when he was performing with The Mime Set. Pepped up on sangria on holiday in Melbourne years ago, their performance [ READ MORE ]
So it turns out this Lee Siegel fella might be a total douchebag. He got busted for sockpuppetry at his blog for The New Republic, was hounded out of there and proceeded to get angry about internet anonymity, among other things wrong with the internet, in his book, Against the Machine. That this book is [ READ MORE ]
I’ve been interested in this guy Lee Siegel lately, since I found his critique of What is the What and the cult subculture that Eggers has spawned with McSweeney’s. This was the first well-considered and in-depth critical review of the whole phenomenon that I had read since feeling awkwardly contrarian in criticising What is the What [ READ MORE ]
Three Degrees of Uncoordination is a principle for navigating my way through life and ideas[ READ MORE ]