March 2010
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Watchutnereader:
The Iraq war as told through magazine covers…
This subscription just keeps renewing itself.
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Heavy Water/I’d Rather Be...
“It took half a century. But a tiny drug maker on Long Island has finally found a...”
– From NY Times
Uh, greatest lead-in paragraph ever, or maybe even ever times forever plus one to infinity?
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top seven reasons to stay inside
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“Heart weeps.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You...”
– Lydia Davis, “Head, Heart” from The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis
This isn’t an excerpt. This is the whole story. I found it quoted in a review that convinced me to get the whole book. But this one has such lasting gravity. I’m compelled to think that it’s extreme...
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Me: So, Mr. Dentist, if I get an itch on the left side of my jaw after you numb up the right side, and I try to scratch the itch but the itch migrates (as sometimes happens) to the left side, where I supposedly have a total absence of physical sensation, would it be a bad sign if I still felt an irresistible need to paw helplessly and with increasing frustration at the place where the itch has...
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Alright—Supergrass
Romping time.
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plan of action
Ever since I received a piece of junk mail from the Foundation for Light Verse, I’ve been hankering to send them rhymed letters back, dispensing free, light-verse-style commentary. Like:
Dear Foundation for Light Verse,
How are you?
I’m fine, too.
I have some advice,
it’s pretty nice:
Junk mail is rude.
And: Not a girl? Probably a dude. These pearls of wisdom are free,...
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Eye—Smashing Pumpkins
For me, this track is...
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A Whiter Shade of Pale—Procol Harum
3AM....
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Industrial fan fiction
For some reason, I love the idea of fan fiction. But I think I want to write a whole series called Industrial Fan Fiction. The first one would be a Raymond Chandler knockoff:
Marlowe came into the room. The lights were off, but the blinds were open. The window, too, and there was no breeze. A pale beam of moonlight fell onto the body in front of the desk.
It was Marie. She was dead. A single...
Greyhound—Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
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I never noticed until just now that there is a...
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