Rule, Brittaniea! I told you these were unprotected waters
Hester Prynne, the first riot grrrl
From The Scarlet Letter*
Indeed, the same dark question often rose into her mind, with reference to the whole race of womanhood. Was existence worth accepting, even to the happiest among them? As concerned her own individual existence, she had long ago decided in the negative, and dismissed the point as settled. A tendency to speculation, [...]
Adventure is but a collection of detours
My favorite class this semester is called Travel Literature and in spite of the fact that one of the assigned books was Eat, Pray, Love the rest of the class is fun, stimulating and interesting.
Right now I am in the middle of a book called Catfish and Mandala. It’s a travel memoir by Andrew X. [...]
“To Kanye”
— verb (used with object)
1. to demonstrate male privilege right egregiously, to interrupt the woman speaking and dispense your “wisdom”
The inimitable Jessica Hopper used this term in a recent blog post about a man in her gardening class who kept trying to finish the (female) master botanist’s sentences with incorrect information. Constantly.
…never raising his hand, [...]
Wes Anderson on the Menil Collection
Wes Anderson hatred abounds, buy y’all can all suck it.
Anderson: I always feel like there are specific things about Houston. There’s one museum in particular in Houston. So many of the things that I’m interested in now I can sort of trace back to that museum, which introduced me to them.
Cocker: What museum is that?
Anderson: [...]
More books than time
I have frequently fretted about my to-read list, which is topping 300 books, and I can’t even manage to read a book a week. At that rate it’ll take me six years to finish the books on my list right now, which multiply exponentially as each day passes.
Right now I’m reading The Little Guide to [...]
Person from Porlock
I have read so much British poetry this semester. I have never been a fan of poetry but I kind of love Coleridge for his apologetic ways. “Kubla Khan” is an amazing journey into bizarre-ville.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man.
Down to a sunless sea.
Coleridge [...]
More tales from the Wall
Der Spiegel has an excellent account of the events of the Berlin Wall’s destruction.
The Legend of Boggy Creek
For Halloween: here’s a story my dad used to tell me when I was a kid. Dad loves ghost stories and on long late drives to Dallas to visit my sister* he used to try his hardest to freak me out. This one was especially effective.
*Happy birthday to little sis, who turns 22 today!
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Recommended humpday reading: If the swine flu thing has you remotely paranoid, try reading Katherine Anne Porter’s definitive short story “Pale Horse, Pale Rider.” Based on her own near-death experience during the WWI flu outbreak. I discovered and fell in love with Porter recently during a class that I hated, but it was almost worth [...]
“Izzy” by James Ellroy
Izzy was out in back. Izzy was relaxing in the sun. What’s up, Daddy-O? Stray pit. Year old. She was too cool for school. Cocaine white and leather brown. She had cute in spades. Brooks felt kicked in the gut. Brooks felt his breath go. Brooks felt like he was going to boo-hoo-hoo. Fucking dog. [...]
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