Scrolling through Alan Horn’s wonderful selection of “The End” film stills (on Dennis Cooper’s blog), I thought, “I could look at these forever.” Then they kept going, and going, and going, and I thought, “OK. That’s enough. FIN!”
Just found out this week that a Real Dude and a Mountain to Sound found out about this website, which totally fucking sprayed me in the face with self-consciousness such that now I have to lay another chilling-effected QuiltJammer over the (wh)ole enterprise for a few months until things cool down.
Countdown to infinity:
- Open letter to Ian Parker:
Can you write a 10,000-word-or-so essay about comedy in Zimbabwe, focusing on the sitcom Paraffin?
(Also, did you know about MyZimTube??)
Las Cruces, NM
- Has anyone written about all those paintings of girls reading? Or even the subset of those paintings that are titled “Girl Reading”? I could use another couple hours of sleep today
- “most important was cousin mo“
- I felt this
- I ate two bags of Fritos today [Note: yesterday]
- Lloyd Mintern is my spirit animal
- Henry Green did not plagiarize J.D. Salinger on YouTube
- a “dysthyst cast in amethyst” on twïtter
- tbr via jawbone
- tbr w/r/t rimps
- let’s make “maudlin” a verb: I was just maudlin’ round the taqueria, waiting for 11:33 a.m. to roll around so I could order a non-breakfast burrito in ‘good faith’
- I had a dream last night that my “boss” was telling me that he tried to read Being and Nothingness and hated it because of all of the inscrutable phenomenology jargon, and I was like, “Dude, sir, you should check out Being and Time! It’s even worse!!!” We “bonded” about how difficult it is to read Continental philosophy. AND THEN I WOKE UP
I’m going to collect Believer Film Issue press mentions on this web page. If you don’t yet subscribe to the Believer, that’s OK — why don’t you just subscribe to Ploughshares?? Actually, no, why don’t you sign up for that Organic Box that delivers organic produce to your house every week??? Sure, you’ll only end up eating a third of what they deliver, but WHO FUCKING CARES? I SURE AS HELL DON’T!!!
Whoa, dude, are you OK??
this page will be updated as the media shitstorm intensifies!!! stay toon’d!!!
- I thought it would be funny if, in a movie, a normal, not-attractive couple holding hands walks by and the protagonist yells, “get a room!!!”
- I recommended four things for the Rumpus, Stephen Elliott’s pre-launch internet magazine.
- I ran across the following passage in Geoff Dyer’s Out of Sheer Rage, which I found esp. interesting in light of my earlier thoughts on Flaubert’s Parrot:
- Some things mentioned at lunch that I’d like to remember:
I was kinda knocked out by this photo in yesterday’s NYT:
Taken at Hofstra University, getting pumped up for last night’s debate. The turquoise facepaint, the green grass, black faces, blue robes in the distance; black uniforms with red highlights; the 2nd photographer in the foreground calling attention to the composition of the whole thing… I was amazed when the accompanying article wasn’t about race, or… photography, or… America. It was about how the campus was excited for the debate.
Can anyone recommend any worthwhile essays on race and color photography? There must be a Sontag or a Sante essay floating around somewhere. Or is this just a minor riff on “color” I’m forcing?
A couple things associatively, aleatorically spring to mind. I will share them with you now.
- African Americans in William Eggleston’s photos, the South in the 60s… the photographic idea of “contrast”: plus a racial contrast?? I need some help here. I need to go back to college.
I remember reading somewhere, someone reviewing Boogie Nights when it came out (I want to say Glenn Kenny in Premiere, I can’t remembe. I also can’t find, for the life of me, a still from the scene he mentioned–) the scene where Don Cheadle is wearing a white suit in a donut shop and someone (?) gets shot. Blood splatters all over white-suited Cheadle as he’s holding a box of donuts. The critic in Premiere or wherever says something like “the scene is a literalized riff on the joke what’s black and white and red all over?
This baffled me in high-school when I read it. But stuck with me, too. I really wish I had a still of that scene right now. email me if you “have one,” or anything else. OK, talk to you later,