the future is coming
Via The Inquisitor:
In an act of hubris, I try to locate meaning for the word "postmodern" over at Jacket Copy today. The piece was originally titled "How Can Bigfoot and My IT Department Both Be Postmodern, Or What Does Postmodern Mean Exactly?"
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"Should we all confess our sins to one another, we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality." - Kahlil Gibran
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At The Rumpus, Elissa Bassist pays tribute to The Women of McSweeney's. My favorite links would have to be:
Essay Prompts for the 2009 Senior Advanced Placement High School Engish Exam for Women by Wendy Molyneux
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Comments Written by Actual Students Extracted from Workshopped Manuscripts at a Major University collected by Tanya Rey
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These "hastily made Cleveland tourism videos" are comedy gold.
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“Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.” - Rudyard Kipling
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Via Luke McKinney at Cracked, what does your tattoo location say about you?

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LA Weekly on the current state of Sunset Junction:
Their message: Either work with the community or stop the festival. Until the permits are issued, the fate of this year’s fair is far from assured. Some think it may not happen at all, and blame decisions that SJNA has — or hasn’t — made. Says Sarah Dale, one business owner twice burned by the alliance: “It’s very hard to negotiate with people who at the end of the day don’t do what they say they’re going to do.”
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Be sure to watch 'til the end...
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Vintage LA tour company Esotouric has launched a new blog to replace the one that got them started. The 1947 Project isn't active anymore, but it was partly responsible for two of my favorite early escapegrace posts: suicidal tendencies circa 1947 and poison is the new black.
The Esotouric blog's first post takes us back to when Raymond Chandler was but a humble creamery bookkeeper.
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"Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words."
- Roland Barthes
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15. Will You Take Me As I Am: Joni Mitchell's Blue Period
by Michelle Mercer
I reviewed this book here.16. How the Light Gets In
by M.J. Hyland
An Australian teen comes to the U.S. as an exchange student and consistently sabotages her big chance at a new life. Even as Louise self-destructs in all the cliche ways American kids do, Hyland manages to keep her fresh and endearing - the true strength of this novel. I can't remember how the story ends, but I'm sure Lou's going to be alright.17. Clear: A Transparent Novel
by Nicola Barker
This novel takes place in the 44 days David Blaine starved himself in a suspended plastic box above the Thames. It was sort of fascinating to read a book that was almost designed to be immediately dated. Barker is not quite as successful at keeping her narrator endearing, but the story is entertaining and has all the quirk Barker is known for.18. Novel About My Wife
by Emily Perkins
Both Clear and Novel About My Wife deserve praise for female authors writing surprisingly convincing male voices. At times in both books, I was startled to recall the gender of the writer. I was very excited to pick up Novel About My Wife after it won this year's Believer Book Award, but I wish that it had been tighter in its plot and pacing. The premise and characters are compelling, but there are too many superfluous sentences.
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I don't know how I missed this literary apocalypse quiz. I just hope you score higher than I did. I think my failure means I should be spending my time more apocalyptically. (via @UMinnPress)
Here are some favorite apocalyptic scenes not included in the quiz. One is Gore Vidal; one is Carolyn See; one is Nathanael West.
"It made little difference whether these mysterious blobs of light were hallucinations, intergalactic visitors or military weapons; the important thing was to explain them. To behold the inexplicable was perhaps the most unpleasant experience a human being of that age could know….And since our people were (and no doubt still are) barbarous and drenched in superstition, like the dripping ‘Saved’ at an old-time Texas baptism, it was generally felt that these odd creatures whose shining cars flashed through our poor heavens at such speed must, of necessity, be hostile and cruel and bent on world dominion, just like ourselves or at least our geographic neighbors.”
"He was very angry. The message he had brought to the city was one that an illiterate anchorite might have given decadent Rome. It was a crazy jumble of dietary rules, economics, and Biblical threats. He claimed to have seen the Tiger of Wrath stalking the walls of the citadel and the Jackal of Lust skulking in the shrubbery, and he connected these omens with ‘thirty dollars every Thursday’ and meat eating."
"Finally, it was the city that held us, the city they said had no center, that all of us had come to from all over America because this was the place to find dreams and pleasure and love. I noticed – looking at headlines – that some cities emptied and some didn’t. Ours didn’t, not completely. They said we were crazy to stay. But then someone had always said we were crazy to be here in the first place. And someone had always said Noah was crazy to build a boat in his desert, and Lot had been crazy to pack up, on an impulse, and head west."
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David Carradine (1936 - 2009)
Koko Taylor (1928 - 2009)
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