October 2009
40 posts
Last night I dreamed I hit a home run for the New York Yankees. I kept telling all my friends about it, but most of them are Red Sox fans, so they were angry.
Holy crap I don't think I've ever seen someone...
msmandrake:
seedz:
msmandrake:
fiatluxemburg:
Toyota, who’s Prius is easy on the environment to drive but horrible on it to make, has engineered a new type of flower to help shoulder some of the damage their factories are spitting out.
The sage derivative’s leaves have unique characteristics that absorb harmful gases, while the gardenia’s leaves create water vapour in the air, reducing...
Holy crap I don't think I've ever seen someone...
msmandrake:
fiatluxemburg:
Toyota, who’s Prius is easy on the environment to drive but horrible on it to make, has engineered a new type of flower to help shoulder some of the damage their factories are spitting out.
The sage derivative’s leaves have unique characteristics that absorb harmful gases, while the gardenia’s leaves create water vapour in the air, reducing the surface temperature...
We all know that Vinegar Joe Lieberman is a sanctimonious, thin-skinned,...
– Pareene. “What Is Joe Lieberman’s Plan, Exactly?” Gawker.
Brian May was the guitarist in Queen. I forget with whom I argued about this, but there is your answer. Go look it up if you don’t believe me.
Hotel Experiment
paulbrady:
Other Hotels Worth Checking Out (for an affair or otherwise):
Waikiki Resort Hotel, Oahu Hawaii — Hotel Review
Hilton Grand Vacations at the Flamingo The Strip Las Vegas Hotel Review
Marriott’s Grand Chateau: A Marriott Vacation Club Resort Off the Strip Las Vegas Hotel Review
Marriott Suites Las Vegas Off the Strip Las Vegas Hotel Review
Clinton Hotel and Spa South Beach Miami...
occitania
thegaragekeepersaid:
i forgot to tell you about the two sisters. they were seventy-something with skinny legs and boxy busts, and they waddled around the restored stone grainery scolding each other in the pyrenees patois called bearnais. it is a dying language that few can understand. during dinner they sat next to each other. denise said little, but rolled her eyes, winked at me, and adjusted...
A Few Interesting Links
Gawker’s John Cook on Geithner’s intervention, seemingly (more like totally) on Goldman Sachs’ behalf, into AIG’s negotiations with counterparties over CDS. From Bloomberg.
Fantasy author Chloe Neill has a blog.
Andre Agassi used meth.
Craig Finn co-writing screen adaptation of... →
continuants:
whaaaaat!
My sentiments exactly.
Also last post gets points for simultaneously mangling Tumblr’s quote AND blockquote features.
But as seasoned frugal travelers between Philadelphia and New York know, you...
–
Making Tracks From Philadelphia to the Bronx - NYTimes.com
Or you could just take BoltBus.
(via paulbrady)
Anyone planning on utilizing this route should be aware that the proper pronunciation of the SEPTA-NJ Transit hub is “Treh-ehh.”
(via katiebakes)
You two know each other?
the chestnut tree
thegaragekeepersaid:
Remy unscrewed his thermos to serve the five of us our morning coffee. We stood in a half moon under a chestnut tree, thankful for the warm cup. As we waited for our friends to arrive, Thierry tottered on one foot, swapping his sneakers for hiking boots. He said, “Maybe we can collect a bag of nuts after our hike.” In spite of the crystalline sky, the strong Mediterranean...
I dreamed last night that a shiny black spider with a body the size of a beer coaster was in the bathroom. People were freaking out. The spider’s feet made clicking noises against the tile. One of its legs had a crab claw at the end, but it was still a spider. So I got a bowl out of the cabinet and coaxed the little fucker into the bowl and then dumped him in the toilet. I often dream that I...
Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it...
– Paracelsus, aka Phillip von Hohenheim, aka Theophrastus Philippus Aureolus Bombastus von Hohenheim. Like many physicians of his era, he was also an astrologer. In off hours, he worked as a miner. He is godfather to an element, “zincum,” which he named, and which today we call by its...
Romance
They were both deaf. The man sipped yellow MD 20/20 out of a clear Mad Dog 20/20 bottle in a paper bag. The woman chugged yellow MD 20/20 out of a clear Nestea bottle. I realized as I watched them that, just as people who can hear speak loudly when they have been drinking, people who are deaf sign with many more back-slaps and middle fingers when they have had a few.
The woman was a pretty,...
neuronovel
@fiatluxemburg
keithgessen:
The last dozen years or so have seen the emergence of a new strain within the Anglo-American novel. What has been variously referred to as the novel of consciousness or the psychological or confessional novel—the novel, at any rate, about the workings of a mind—has transformed itself into the neurological novel, wherein the mind becomes the brain. Since 1997, readers...
Also, Golis claims to be a feminist but then says that he “has always...
– Reading “Altarcations” for the first time.
Scattered Thoughts About 'On Repressive...
I first came across Mark Greif’s n+1 piece, On Repressive Sentimentalism, via Tom Scocca and Choire Sicha’s “Shadow Editors” response over at (yeah, I know) The Awl. I read the “Shadow Editors” piece well before I tried to tackle “On Repressive Sentimentalism.”
Whatever the merits of the piece, Scocca wasn’t alone in his extreme dislike of the...
"It's brains."
keyholez:
There’s something suspiciously Truman Show-ish about the sudden outbreak of marriage-related cultural happenings (The Office, Gossip Girl, Glee, Melrose Place…). The most hilarious example of this is the “flame war” set off by Mark Greif’s ho-hum n+1 essay about how marriage is the least gay and therefore worst thing ever. (Silly me — I had thought it was the most gay and thus best...
Funny. →
The patio was perched high above the F.D.R. and the East River and caged in with...
– D’Ambrosio. “Screenwriter.” I am going to Roosevelt Island today. Wish me luck.
Dear Keith Gessen →
The Funniest Salutation
Tom
thegaragekeepersaid:
I spent the first Saturday in Toulouse at a girl’s eleventh birthday party. Anne Marie and Gilles, the couple hosting me in the city, decided it would be nice for me to see a different part of town, and invited me to ride with them while they dropped their daughter off at the fiesta. We crossed the canal, leaving le vieux Toulouse behind. We left behind the famous red brick...