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A Critical Response to Ulysses, Part I
There is a book called Ulysses that I am reading. It is a famous book. A man named Mr. Joyce wroted it back before my mommy was made. Mr. Joyce put in his book lots and lots of history! His book is big with words and much salaciousness. "The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush" (27). Hahaha! Mr. Joyce tells little stories in his big book ( Read more... ) -
Look, Ma! I'm blogging all by myself, just like the big kids do!
So--fuck!--I'm back on LJ.
I switched to Dreamwidth for a spell because DW has scans_daily and LJ has ads that make me wait ten seconds before I can read a fucking webpage. Plus it's lonely over there, and any interest I had in writing was undermined by the absence of any eyes but my own reading what I'd writ.
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Sundays...
...still have the potential to suck like they did when I was in high school. I used to hate, hate, hate Sundays. Over the years, I've come to regard them as I regard every other day of the week. It's just another day; same shit, different column on the calendar-io. But today has been rocky from the start, so rocky that I'm reminded of the Sundays ( Read more... ) -
The Many Conjugations of Desire
From Angela Carter's The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman, where the primary component of space, time, and occurrence is desire. As the novel progresses, the experiences of the novel's protagonist, the pragmatic Desiderio become increasingly provocative. The following excerpt is from the middle of the book. Desiderio has just absconded ( Read more... ) -
Fun with Found Propaganda
I found the most delightful pamphlet at the laundry mat tonight! Apparently, there's a man in the sky named God who will heal us of all illnesses and allow us to live on the earth for all of eternity, so long as we're "obedient."
Oh, look! Baby Jesus has delivered onto us a digital impression of the pamphlet I found! It's a MIRACLE! But, whose ( Read more... ) -
Q: Who the fuck is Emilie Autumn?
A: Essentially, she's Lady Gaga with a violin. In terms of quality...I'll get back to you. I stumbled across this by accident--Web surfing, and all of that. (I'm sorry, but seeing mention of a world-class violinist with pink hair and a heart tattoo piques my interest.)
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Martinsville Stories: Youth Groups
More shameless self-promotion! A new installment of my "Martinsville Stories" series has been e-published. In addition to writing this hellish tale of hormones, I also created the graphics. The image below wasn't included in the published content. You're getting the director's cut--'cause I love all the woodland creatures my online friends.
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PSA: Intimacy Shields Are a Go, Captain!
Was reminded again this morning of why I stopped blogging about personal issues. Well, aside from the immaturity.
No, no details--just stating the fact. Details would contradict the previous statement. I'll allude to it, though, since we're all hypocrites anyway.
A Sunday morning PSA:
When you blog about someone you know in an open blog, and you say ( Read more... ) -
'Angela Carter and semiotics, sitting in a tree--K-I-S-S-I-N-G...'
I've spent my day so far as I planned it yesterday. I drove to Main Street, walked to the library, checked out a novel by Angela Carter and books on semiotics (introductory texts on the general study and on Kristeva), and spent a couple hours at the Coffee Mill reading.I got through the introduction of Daniel Chandler's Semiotics: The Basics and a ( Read more... )
