a modest request
July 24, 2012 by at 10:11 am
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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Or:
“Please, Do Not Place Any Items In The Urinal. Thank You.”
How about:
“Please Do Not (Place Any Items In The Urinal) Thank (You)”
And then there’s:
“Pleae Do Not Place Any; Items In The Urinal. Thank You”
Superhero idea: The Punctuator
Yes, you seem pretty well aware.
One of the students, who never seemed particularly obnoxious before, recently began to boast (if that’s the right word) that ‘a kebab and a fight’ are the highlights of her week. For a while, I wondered what she meant, but perhaps that’s just me; the weather has been hot. Anyhow, very tired.
Proust and the madeleines? Too easy.
But thank you for your advice. It has been helpful on occasion.
Please feel free to get rid of the last comment, which is more abrasive than my mood. Thanks.
But to answer your questions:
1) Mods, but it’s a silly distinction. As you well know.
2) Never.
3) Yes.
4) No.
5) No, not the Who; probably the Yardbirds.
6) Maryon Park, though I’m not sure it’s wise to discuss this in a public forum, although it’s safe as long as you’re the only one reading.
7) No.
8) Nietzsche, but I’m not sure where; can’t you Google it?
Anyway, it was impertinent of you to ask in the first place, but I’m feeling cheeky myself.
Schopenhauer, not Nietzsche.
You’re not fooling anyone. Except perhaps yourself.
Vaguely sinister, though the same could be said of Euston Station.
I was out of town, but someone slept in my bed. And left pizza in my refrigerator!
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
You’ve been snooping.
I almost typed ‘You’ve all been snooping’, which was enough to make me realise that your joke might be something more. When I’m tired, you almost give the impression of being more than one person, which I suppose qualifies as a success, though someone might find it upsetting.
Years ago, when I finally read something by Henry James, I nearly threw it across the room, though I never thought of myself as a book-burner before or since.
I’m just wondering what in the hell is going to happen when she shows up and reads these. Will her head explode? Will the world end? Will she awaken as if from a dream?
Sorry, Henry Miller, not Henry James.
I don’t believe in ghosts, never have done, and presumably you’re exaggerating for effect (an attempt at humour?), but yes, I think I can see what you’re getting at, something to do with Muriel Spark perhaps. But I doubt it.
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