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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Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
I got forty red, white and blue shoestrings
And a thousand telephones that don’t ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things
And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61
Just a crap run. I wonder if my allergies have made me asthmatic?
So it ‘feels like’ 91 outside; time for my first nasty heat run of the summer.
And make no mistake, May 23rd is summer in this part of Jawja.
Pray for Mojo
Oh Sergio.
Just heard what the Spanish Brat said.
(Source: you1anna)
reagan-was-a-horrible-president:
Tom Coburn and Jim Inhofe opposed $60bn federal aid bill for Sandy victims but are fully behind funding for their state.
Yep. Totally different.
Just like marriage equality is okay with a Republican if they have a gay or lesbian family member. (Right, Dick Cheney? Rob Portman?)
Just like Social Security is good to have if you’re a Republican and your dad dies when you’re young and you need help paying for college. (Right, Paul Ryan?)
Just like FEMA is an evil government plan until your state needs help. (Right, Rick Perry?)
So much Republican hypocrisy.
I mowed my lawn and helped plant one big and six seedling oleanders, then drank a quad espresso to try to finish The Stockholm Octavo as starting Tuesday I’ll be in teaching and grading hell for 10 weeks.
Instead, I fell out in my chaise and took a two hour nap.
I don’t think I’m doing summer vacation right.
[insert literary reference]: Why Do Men Keep Putting Me in the Girlfriend-Zone?
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But…
Killed it.
So GQ’s piece on “Bill Cosby: Himself” has wrecked my morning, in the best possible way.
I watched this with my grandmother and her sister once.
My aunt Ruth was CRYING about the accident bit. ‘OH MY GOD HE MEANS SHIT!!’ she said. CRYING.
And I was crying laughing at the bit and then went catatonic at her reaction.
Cosby is the GOAT.
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.
