February 2009
16 posts
NPR: A Four-Dimensional Tribute to the Late... →
So I was thinking today about tesseracts, like you do. Specifically I was thinking about the chapter in A Wrinkle in Time where tesseracts are explained to Meg, and the little drawing that accompanies the explanation (you can see it here, partway down the page). That little drawing used to stop me every time I read the book. I understood it but I couldn’t get it. That stupid little ant. How...
The Best of the Best Show on WFMU
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This is a compilation of some top-notch Scharpling & Wurster skits that have not yet appeared on any of the duo’s Stereolaffs cd releases. I strongly recommend buying those albums, and subscribing to the Best Show podcast. 1. Brock Puechk - A friendly discussion of current events heads off into creepy psycho-drama territory before shifting into a rambling...
Kieran Darcy: The worst sports college in America... →
My alma mater. THE FIGHTIN’ AUDRE LORDES!!
(ALT:The bell hookers, The Hannah Arendteers, The Bureaucratic Leviathan Tamers.)
(via my mom, who knows I know the difference between runs and points.)
Three times recently I have seen plays with music. These are different than musicals. These are plays, with music.
One of them was Ruined, by Lynn Nottage. It’s playing at City Center right now and has extended through mid-April. I would like you to go see it so we can discuss. I didn’t know anything about it, going in, anything other than it was set in the Congo. So the best part...
Yesterday I walked around for about three hours and on the way back home stopped at St. John the Divine where a guy was leaning over the visitor’s desk, reprimanding the attendant for not paying attention to him and then beginning what was surely a boring story about how he knew Keith Haring. Then later I was back in the chapel that has the triptych that Keith Haring did and that guy was...
[NYTBR] Happy Birthday, Mr. Ripley →
Oh just write some fanfic already.
Everything I eat today tastes bitter, and someone in my apartment building is blasting (?) “Will I Ever Tell You?”, so, I think it’s time for bed.
Meg vs. Gravity, or, Most Accidents Happen Close...
Slipped on black ice while carrying my new printer home from Best Buy. Printer fell out of my hands, I scraped my knees. Printer recovered. Amsterdam Avenue between 120th & 121st.
Slipped on icy marble stairs in Morningside Park. Fell down several stairs. Scraped my knees, my right shin. Had to go back home to change my pants. Morningside Drive & 123rd St.
Slipped on chocolate pudding...
“I’m trying to break free from this turkey sausage.”
– The company cafeteria is the scene of many a distressing challenge.
I’m 99.99% sure I rode the 1 train with David Fricke last night. He had on a leather jacket and was holding an issue of Wire.
