- The woman running the HR seminar created a system on management styles, HARP, or Harmony, Action, Rational, Pragmatic, or, as I would put it WBNA - Wuss, Buffoon, Neurotic, Asshole. We all fit one, she insists, and I must admit - as I admit here daily, overtly or tacitly depending on location of my mood on my roller coaster, I am a buffoon. Characteristics above.
- Pere Ubu LIVE! in DC! Friday June 24! Rock n Roll Hotel! Tickets on sale twenty minutes ago. I have four.
- American Narratives: The Rescue Game.
- Magical realism, and other neoliberal delusions.
- Is Clinton more dangerous than Trump?
- Hillary Clinton's predatory pragmatism.
- Barring illness or assassination, Hillary Clinton is going to win POTUS 16, yo.
- So no, I didn't watch.
- What condition Crispy is in. Much like the Mount St Mary's situation, I'm surprised how little play this is getting in academic circles.
- 99 reasons Ed didn't read your novel.
- Brad reads Borzutzky. As in out loud.
- New GUIDED BY VOICES! (as in, listen to the new one!) They are LIVE! in DC Thursday July 7! 930! Next paycheck. See! The rules of My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game apply.
IN A WORD, A WORLD
I like nouns that go up: loft. And ones that sink: mud. I like the ones the peck: chicken. And canter: canter. Those that comfort: flannel and pelt. Cell is an excellent word, in that is sweetly fulfills its assigned sound in a small, thin container. Unlike hell, which is disappointing. Overall. Wanting in force and fury. I like that a lone syllable names a necessary thing: bridge, house, door, food, bed. And the ones that sustain us: dirt, milk, and so on. What a thing, that a syllable - birth, time, space, death - points to the major mysteries with such simplicity, as with a silent finger. And to our very vital parts: head, snout, heart, butt. And our fundamental feeling: fear.