My English I teacher would be ashamed.
Not only of my tardiness, but of my form.
Last (Jesus, was it Thursday already?) post was essentially my attempt to convince myself that I have not been entranced by the inside of my own eyelids for the past few months. I did, indeed, listen to some records that came out this year, but might I say that nothing has really, really reached out and grabbed me? Xiu Xiu was disappointing, Akron/Family was good but had (and has, I suppose) a whole lot of distracting elements (such as the track "Ak Ak Was the Boat They Sailed In On"), and I can't really think of any other records immediately from this year. LCD Soundsystem and Juan Maclean? They burned out faster than "The Situation Room". Ditto for M.I.A.
And today's post is some kind of attempt to convince myself that I'm doing something as valuable as Split teaching hungry, cold children how to speak the language of the hegemon. And it appears we haven't been listening close enough. But I'm hooked.
Plus, he's in Europe! Can't argue with that, no indeed.
A great article today about academia that probably won't move you unless you've cleaned up the vomit of a prominent university professor's dog for $2 an hour. And tho we're all tired of hearing about it, who doesn't love taking on the women's studies department? My taste for it has increased exponentially since reading Gardner's "A Midsummer Night's Dream: 'Jack shall have Jill;/Naught shall go ill'" and Montrose's "Shaping Fantasies: Configurations of Power and Gender in Elizabethan Culture". It's not that I disagree, just that I don't care.
We need more feminists like Kate Bush. Take that "we" however you like. When Montrose produces The Dreaming, then I'll read beyond chapter III. Tit for tat, as it were. As it were.
And, in keeping with the "I love 1981" theme that I've seemingly been running for a while, I have to mention that I'm currently listening to David Byrne's The Catherine Wheel for several days now. It's a delightful record in that he never bothered to a) make the tracks flow together or b) separate them out. Ambient soundscapes abruptly end to be replaced by Middle-Eastern percussion and tlinky electronic bleeps. I haven't given it all the time yet, but you can imagine how I'm feeling at this point. It rests somewhere between My Life in the Bush of Ghosts and Remain in Light, which, as you may imagine, oft finds honey as a sauce to sugar. I need time to ungoo myself.
Speaking of sugar, 3 tablespoons may sound like a lot, but trust me, the nam plah needs it unless you enjoy anchovy noodles. Not sure? Do you enjoy the smell of your bellybutton lint?
I'm going to pour some sugar on your tongue anyhow, even tho I had indicated that this wasn't what I was going to do and now I'm doing it anyway.
David Byrne - "My Big Hands (Fall Through the Cracks)"
Buy it here
And tho Orbis Quintus already picked it up (see the linkbar), I'm going to repeat that there's one of those lists floating around now of books that Time thinks you oughta read. Interestingly, I've only read 17 of them, but am currently reading 1 (Pale Fire by Nabokov) and just purchased two (Snow Crash by Stephenson and White Noise by DeLillo). Several more are on my wish list, including "The Crying of Lot 49", "The Sportswriter" and "Ubik". I've heard that's the best Philip K. Dick from some sources, but my PKD source, who knows who he is and currently is owed one copy of "Counter-Clock World", has adamantly refused to qualify that one. So we'll see.
Hopefully I can get another thing up here without waiting almost a week. Any thing, really.
Last (Jesus, was it Thursday already?) post was essentially my attempt to convince myself that I have not been entranced by the inside of my own eyelids for the past few months. I did, indeed, listen to some records that came out this year, but might I say that nothing has really, really reached out and grabbed me? Xiu Xiu was disappointing, Akron/Family was good but had (and has, I suppose) a whole lot of distracting elements (such as the track "Ak Ak Was the Boat They Sailed In On"), and I can't really think of any other records immediately from this year. LCD Soundsystem and Juan Maclean? They burned out faster than "The Situation Room". Ditto for M.I.A.
And today's post is some kind of attempt to convince myself that I'm doing something as valuable as Split teaching hungry, cold children how to speak the language of the hegemon. And it appears we haven't been listening close enough. But I'm hooked.
Plus, he's in Europe! Can't argue with that, no indeed.
A great article today about academia that probably won't move you unless you've cleaned up the vomit of a prominent university professor's dog for $2 an hour. And tho we're all tired of hearing about it, who doesn't love taking on the women's studies department? My taste for it has increased exponentially since reading Gardner's "A Midsummer Night's Dream: 'Jack shall have Jill;/Naught shall go ill'" and Montrose's "Shaping Fantasies: Configurations of Power and Gender in Elizabethan Culture". It's not that I disagree, just that I don't care.
We need more feminists like Kate Bush. Take that "we" however you like. When Montrose produces The Dreaming, then I'll read beyond chapter III. Tit for tat, as it were. As it were.
And, in keeping with the "I love 1981" theme that I've seemingly been running for a while, I have to mention that I'm currently listening to David Byrne's The Catherine Wheel for several days now. It's a delightful record in that he never bothered to a) make the tracks flow together or b) separate them out. Ambient soundscapes abruptly end to be replaced by Middle-Eastern percussion and tlinky electronic bleeps. I haven't given it all the time yet, but you can imagine how I'm feeling at this point. It rests somewhere between My Life in the Bush of Ghosts and Remain in Light, which, as you may imagine, oft finds honey as a sauce to sugar. I need time to ungoo myself.
Speaking of sugar, 3 tablespoons may sound like a lot, but trust me, the nam plah needs it unless you enjoy anchovy noodles. Not sure? Do you enjoy the smell of your bellybutton lint?
I'm going to pour some sugar on your tongue anyhow, even tho I had indicated that this wasn't what I was going to do and now I'm doing it anyway.
David Byrne - "My Big Hands (Fall Through the Cracks)"
Buy it here
And tho Orbis Quintus already picked it up (see the linkbar), I'm going to repeat that there's one of those lists floating around now of books that Time thinks you oughta read. Interestingly, I've only read 17 of them, but am currently reading 1 (Pale Fire by Nabokov) and just purchased two (Snow Crash by Stephenson and White Noise by DeLillo). Several more are on my wish list, including "The Crying of Lot 49", "The Sportswriter" and "Ubik". I've heard that's the best Philip K. Dick from some sources, but my PKD source, who knows who he is and currently is owed one copy of "Counter-Clock World", has adamantly refused to qualify that one. So we'll see.
Hopefully I can get another thing up here without waiting almost a week. Any thing, really.
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