December 2010
18 posts
What happened to that time? Or more broadly, where does time go?
This isn’t even a theoretical question, to be discussed, explored. I just want to know exactly what it was that was misplaced. I want it to be material and concrete rather than amorphous and convoluted, made up of speculation as much as it was made of something real and substantial - I would prefer it to be a heavy thing...
The Art of Disappearing
When they say Don’t I know you? say no.
When they invite you to the party remember what parties are like before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice they once wrote a poem. Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate. Then reply.
If they say we should get together. say why?
It’s not that you don’t love them any more. You’re trying to remember something too important to forget. ...
the sign serves as a landmark to tell people where to turn to get to their house. But it also serves as a kind of “divination system”: If you are approaching the sign and see the happy foot first, it will be a good day. But if you see the sad foot, its bruised red eyes and bandaged toe hobbling toward you on little foot-crutches, then it will be a bad day.
The sign is famous for this talent.
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Hours before its special news conference today, the cat is out of the bag: NASA has discovered a completely new life form that doesn’t share the biological building blocks of anything currently living on planet Earth. This changes everything.
Schamus, who is forthright about his lefty politics, discounts any crude ideological intent in making queer movies, or in, say, distributing a road movie about the young Che Guevara (“The Motorcycle Diaries”). Rather, he says, he is drawn — and audiences who think of themselves as outside the mainstream are drawn — to stories of outsiders. “The story of America, of Western culture, is often the...