December 2009
18 posts
to the person who reccomended feed by anderson
thisistheoldroad:
younghan:
thisistheoldroad:
thanks! i read it in high school back in the day and loved it, i’ve been looking for more books with this sort of feel, but really good ones are hard to come by. this one was excellent even as a young adult novel. not quite over the top but just the perfect amount of crazy for me.
Any time! It’s good knowing that the book’s getting read. Have...
to the person who reccomended feed by anderson
thisistheoldroad:
thanks! i read it in high school back in the day and loved it, i’ve been looking for more books with this sort of feel, but really good ones are hard to come by. this one was excellent even as a young adult novel. not quite over the top but just the perfect amount of crazy for me.
Any time! It’s good knowing that the book’s getting read. Have you read Thirsty? He...
Erin McKeown’s Slung Lo, from her album...
Go ahead and try to make sense of this →
Manga artist Ryusuke Hamamato, deciding the world had grown to consider Japanese pop culture too mundane, has pledged to amp up global confusion levels by creating a comic about Alan Moore’s adventures as a Japanese School Girl.
Buh.
Revolutionary Educators →
kateybasye:
I am currently reading Savage Inequalities and getting really dizzy at the height and breadth and depth of messed-up-ness in education in this country, and it is nice to have all of the successful, currently isolated efforts to rip it up and re-think it (which is what is necessary) gathered into one article.
iambee:
I woke up today and noticed that my dream journal was written in, although I do not remember writing in it like I normally do. Most of the writing was scrawled so indecipherably I could not understand it; I must have been barely awake. What I could get was these few lines, which are punctuated and spelled exactly as they are drawn before me:
man if est of a futune (future?), though...
All these essay titles look the same: A Semester's...
Stylistics:
They Say He Walks Through Walls and Stuff: Point of View and the Characterization of Dr. Manhattan and Miracleman
(Figures for the above contained here)
Children’s Lit:
“Hulk Smash!”: Transhuman Instincts and the Search for Identity in Feed, The Incredible Hulk and Animorphs
American Lit:
“I Guess I Buy It:” Neuromancer and Progress Towards a Sufficiently Advanced...
A warm glow in my ipants told me I was going the right way. A moth fluttered into the glow of my integrated GPS, flapping futily into my eyes, the hallucinatory green arrow cutting through it for one mile until the ping sounded and I turned left.
Janelle Monae Round Three! And check out...
names
discopantsandhaircuts:
I want to name my son Greenup (a name I found on a headstone in the “family cemetery”) and his middle name will be Locust, which was my cat’s name, haha. I like the sound of the word too. Maybe Greenup Locust Brent or Greenup Brent Locust after my dad’s name. My daughter will have the name of some sort of naturally-occurring stone or something like Pearl or Opal or the...
names
distinguish jack from john, jose and roberto from lashawnda and tyrell, and kids named apple and moon science from the fine upstanding folk with the tight collars.
It weirds you out that people seem so adverse to the names “Atom” and “Phoneme.” “Mathematics” could very easily be called “Math” for short, which is a perfectly namely-sounding name....
And so he believed that Fate existed only long enough to curse us, and so he sought salvation in choices, and so he tattooed “if found, please freeze contents” on his forehead, and so the avalanche pinned his arms and legs, and so he thought “of course” as the rocks came crashing towards his head.
Janelle Monae round two!
Bonus points available for all songs featuring...
“Morning Father,”
Robert said, stuffing a pile of papers into his briefcase. “What dost thou make of the sun this morning?”
Father Sunbeam barked and sniffed Robert’s rear end. Robert nodded, accommodating. His phone rang. “Hello? Hey there. Not much. Yeah, at five. See you then.”
The sun this morning turned out to be nothing in particular.
they looked through the murky water
and shook the thick glass jars in their grandmother’s basement. Things small and fleshy bobbed up and down, rotating in their fluid suspension to display their wrinkled faces. The children exchanged looks and made construction paper hats and moustaches for the jars which contained dead fetuses older than they were. They named them Harry Buttsmart and Captain Lightyear, and were convinced...