So much for consistency. I thought I was doing pretty well there, posting, not daily, but pretty steadily, getting the hang of things. I hadn’t told anyone I was doing this — I think my wife is still the only one I’ve even spoken to about it — so I could write just for myself. 827 more words
Tags » Infinite Jest
What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human [...] is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic.
–David Foster Wallace Infinite Jest
Moment Magazine has learned that the tragic fate of the second North American citizen to receive a Jarvik IX Exterior Artificial Heart has, sadly, been kept from the North American people.629 more words
Late post here, but I was browsing Modcloth (as I love to do) when I came across this:
I’m in love. It’s a little bit Halloweeny a little bit Shakespeare and a little bit weird. 17 more words