- Oh jeebusfuck, too much metal too fast, ear-indigestion, it all starts sounding the same, too much all at once is our handlers' third cleverest training tool, I fall for it every time every who, what, and where. Damn too my compulsively grading my grading of my grading system, my training to label and sort and rank, our handlers' second cleverest training tool.
- Also too, blooger fucking sucks. Sucking fucks. Hooey, the links blooger ate, BEST LINKS EVER! sorry.
- ____________________________ is our handlers' cleverest training tool.
- So have Avedon's links.
- The vanishing.
- Of course it did.
- Of course it is.
- Of course you shouldn't.
- Solidarity forever.
- Capitalism.
- The building that squared the rocks for the Smithsonian before floating them downstream on the canal and the quarry itself was where we often camped and partied three decades ago.
- Fixie.
- The case of Casement.
- Twelve letters that failed.
- Pankaj Mishra on why Rushdie need STFU.
- Does anyone read John Gardner anymore?
- Sestina to the Fox Hills Neighborhood Board Regarding My Lack of Compliance with the Holiday Decoration Guidelines as Outlined in the 10/13/12 Meeting Minutes.
- Poetry makes you weird.
- Drumming.
- Drumming.
- Drumming.
- Knocking on boomers' doors. Macca and Nirvana, vomitacious.
- Mining the audio motherlode.
- Ahleuchatistas. Just discovered. Watch me overdose.
- Help Thurston Moore find his stolen guitar.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Eventually Armor, Eventually Sunk
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That Wampole anti-irony piece was pretty fucking dreadful, and I was shocked by the number of folks in my social networks younger than my 29yo ass who enthusiastically celebrated and reposted it.
ReplyDeleteThat said, I'll give up my fixed gear when you pry it from my cold, dead hands. Or until my knees give out.
Mr. A
No such thing as too much metal too fast, for there's no better protection against irony, anti-irony, anti-anti-irony, ironic irony, fixies made out of iron, and watching benefit concerts.
ReplyDeleteI read The Sunlight Dialogues last summer, enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteI can see my copy of *Mickelson's Ghost* on the basement bookshelves in my mind's eye, thinking about it.... been at least twenty years...
ReplyDeleteThomas Berger, Peter Taylor, William Humphrey, Jerzy Kozinski, Peter De Vries, Walker Percy, my beloved Stanley Elkin.......
of another too fast ,of when the pulsing has no grading , , no ear , no who what nor where in who ville , too much fine tuning for labels /rank .. only sorting .. . /back to the agnes m. training for you .. ., / and back to the airing out with liz frazer for my sort .. .
ReplyDelete"The Moviegoer" and "Grendel" were part of the curriculum in a grade school I worked at a dozen years ago.
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