Joycean Being is exhausting. Inspiring and stimulating, yes, but fucking exhausting. This is no aspersion, just an observation. Deeper down the rabbit hole ( Read more... )

I wish they'd send me my deploy date already. I'm getting anxious. Arrrgrhgrrrhgh.

I'm reading Dostoevsky's The Idiot, and the copy I've got uses the old spelling of "connection", that is to say: connexion. I love that spelling. It's so much better a way to spell it. It doesn't make as much etymological sense as the modern version, but I ( Read more... )

I don't know what it's like where you are, but it's raining here (and the the beautiful terrible thing is that were this sentence French, two words would whisper at secrets that the lack of translation obscures ( Read more... )