June 2011
50 posts
“California Saga” - The Beach Boys
“Forever for Her (Is Over for Me)” -...
“Pie in the Sky” - Frank Black
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“Deep Purple” - The Artie Shaw...
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I don't know how to ask questions on this damn...
But if I did, I’d ask if anyone knows of good voice-recognition software for Mac. Please? My tendonitis thanks you in advance.
Liking is for cowards. Go for what hurts.
sniffyjenkins:
Jonathan Franzen talks about technology, narcissism and social media, love, bravery and bird-watching in a lovely new piece in the New York Times, Liking is for cowards. Go for what hurts.
It’s adapted from his recent Commencement speech at Kenyon College (which you can listen to, if it do ya). It’s good stuff. I like him a lot.
If I Tweeted
In the tradition (or not) of O.J.’s mighty If I Did It, I give you… If I Tweeted:
The Chinese are a quantitative people.
A month’s worth of smog-grit, and a Shanghai window acts as an effective screen.
Running through what-I-would-take-from-my-burning-home scenarios.
I want to spend my life photoshopping old photos for close-ups in movies.
Hey mosquitos: My knee areas are...
I’ve been butting my head up against the Great Firewall a lot for the past few weeks — VPN malfunctions, wifi shut-offs, a “compromised” email account, browsers frozen, restart, restart, restart. Part of expat life in China is suspecting that you’re being vaguely gaslighted when stuff like this happens. You’ll never know or not.
I was bitching about this to my...
“Grass” - XTC
I'm working on an impression of me.
Ready?
Okay, here it is:
“I know everything!!! But what the fuck do I know…”
Eerie, right?
Captain Beefheart
My dad had aortic valve replacement surgery a couple of days ago. He was gonna be fine, is fine, thanks. The family spent its time more wisely than on worrying: post-surgical jokes.
He was supposed to be receiving a pig heart-valve transplant. (It was news to me they did that, too.) So, our jokes centered on bacon and cops and being a ham, etc.
But the surgeon changed it up on us, and at the...
"Yeah, it's a revelation..."
I’m trying to write something like a Victorian novel with the Internet. With pictures, too. And anything else I can think of. Am I such a jerk for even saying that? I feel like a jerk. Much too precious. Wowie-sized digital masturbator.
Although: On the one hand, it’s uppity Victorian. On the other hand, it’s just a dumb-dumb sports announcer calling the play-by-play on her own...
Continuity →
lisashontheroad:
…So for these remaining six weeks of my trip, I’m going to throw out my original system and just write as the mood strikes me. (I’ll tag as best as I can so that things may be read in order once sorted.) It might be all over the place, but that’s actually a better reflection of how my brain works anyhow.
Stream that big, beautiful consciousness of yours, sister!
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