Showing posts with label stuff other people do. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuff other people do. Show all posts
Sunday, October 17, 2010
dakota
From the outside it looked like the kind of building home to dental offices or some other kind of office wherein exacting measures were taken against decay. Or so I liked to think—that time spent at home would be spent cleansing, filling, improving something. It was a ten-story stucco thing with a short walk up to a glass door that opened automatically, as if the building could see you, or sense you, and didn't want you to touch it. - Ottessa Moshfegh "Dakota" from Sleepingfish 8
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Amelia Gray
Sheesh, some blog posts, like Amelia Gray's most recent, are so to-the-point and dead-on word-wise, you wonder why you ever even try. Go read it.
I'm dying to order her new book, Museum of the Weird, and I guess that pulling the trigger is a good way to die. So that loud shot you might hear later? That's Amazon getting some of my money.
I'm dying to order her new book, Museum of the Weird, and I guess that pulling the trigger is a good way to die. So that loud shot you might hear later? That's Amazon getting some of my money.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Sierra Leone 1968-70










Speaking of Sierra Leone, there are TONS of awesome photos from that country on the Sierra Leone 1968-70 blog. All taken from one Peace Corps volunteer's time there.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Cat Lady on Transom.org
My audio obsession has lapsed somewhat in the last few months. This isn't something I'm proud of, so I'm going to make it my goal to recommit myself to it. I've been doing lots of long runs in preparation for the Ice Age 50k in May, so this should supply me with a heap of hours each week to fall back into step with the podcasts I love.
I'll make sure to share the high points with ya'll.
Today, I caught up on my Transom.org podcasts. The one that stood out was Cat Lady by producer Joseph Keckler. It's a somewhat fictionalized story about his mom's slip from normalcy to a kind of ornate feline frenziedness.
The piece seems almost stodgy and formal on the surface, but the core of it is really dark, which makes it compelling. And weird. It's just plain weird.
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