Writers whose works I love: Neal Stephenson, Thomas Pynchon, Neil Gaiman, Margaret Atwood, Herman Melville, Ishmael Reed, Leo Tolstoy, Franz Kafka, Feodor Dostoevsky, Anton Chekhov, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and James Joyce.
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Andrew’s fingers loosen, the knife falls, and the arm relaxes, but does not disappear. An insect lands on his thumb and starts to eat it.
Let’s set the existence-of-God issue aside for a later volume, and just stipulate that in some way, self-replicating organisms came into existence on this planet and immediately began trying to get rid of each other, either by spamming their environments with rough copies of themselves, or by more direct means which hardly need to be belabored. Most of them failed, and their genetic legacy was erased from the universe forever, but a few found some way to survive and to propagate. After about three billion years of this sometimes zany, frequently tedious fugue of carnality and carnage, Godfrey Waterhouse IV was born, in Murdo, South Dakota, to Blanche, the wife of a Congregational preacher named Bunyan Waterhouse. Like every other creature on the face of the earth, Godfrey was, by birthright, a stupendous badass, albeit in the somewhat narrow technical sense that he could trace his ancestry back up a long line of slightly less highly evolved stupendous badasses to that first self-replicating gizmo—which, given the number and variety of its descendants, might justifiably be described as the most stupendous badass of all time. Everyone and everything that wasn’t a stupendous badass was dead.
mattgorman asked: That gravitys rainbow wiki just might make me take up the task again. I lost all hope after the part where someone goes to the restroom and gets sucked into some kind of fucked up, racist dreamworld. Also I love/hate Pynchon's lack of transitions
Not just someone, but Lt. Tyrone Slothrop, the main character. And Red in that scene is Malcolm X. It’s a great scene, one of my favorites.
Shit just got real weird, real quick. Looking forward to whatever fever dreams this spawns.
I’ll probably need a resource to follow along with on this one. Suggestions, brevetcaptain?
Yeah, Pirate Prentice’s banana morning is pretty weird. Wait til Slothrop arrives on the scene.
Here’s what you need to have open all the time: http://gravitys-rainbow.pynchonwiki.com/wiki/index.php?title=Main_Page
Two quad espressos and a pot of drip today.
I may have a problem.
Been grading since 1:30 stopping briefly to eat and close my eyes for 30 minutes.
And I’m not done and grades are due in 12 hours.
I need a shot of methamphetamines in the ass.
I feel like Salieri is my patron saint.
GPOY after another middling Qbank session.
Salieri speaks to me. And for me.
I’m almost done with my grading, and all averages are in the D range. I clearly suck as a teacher.
(Source: fridaphile)
This day has certainly gone to hell.
The footage from KFOR in OKC is terrifying.
Ray Manzarek died. Damn but I love the Doors.
Rosa’s day.
They often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl.
Love the song, love the scene.
my god, Welsh is the craziest looking language.
Thinking of applying for a teaching job at Aberystwyth University in Wales.
That’s crazy right? I can’t move to Wales. How would we get all our stuff over there? And the dogs? I’m not putting my dogs on a plane.
But a job in the UK intrigues me to no end. I would take it if offered, even if it means a pay cut of about $14K, because I am ready to make a dramatic life change.
Gareth Bale is amazing.
That’s it, I’m leaving Arsene and his stupid puffy coat and his ridiculous tactics for Bale and his rocket left leg and Tottenham (assuming he doesn’t leave this summer).
Come on You Spurs!
Summer Vacation starts Tomorrow. Ends Next Monday. Teachers get all the breaks.
More finals coming in today—they are due today along with portfolios—so I’m grading all day.
But tomorrow. Tomorrow I meet with my Little Brother for the last time this school year, and then golf. Tomorrow should be good.
I am super jumpy. Didn’t run today—day off—and it was rainy and gray all day.
So I graded finals and portfolios.
And ate four Krispy Kreme doughnuts today.
These things may be related.
