YouTube thought I would like this video, and I do, but mostly because it has given me the name of Conan’s senior thesis. (at 18:44)
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YouTube thought I would like this video, and I do, but mostly because it has given me the name of Conan’s senior thesis. (at 18:44)
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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The stripes on James Lipton’s dress-shirt appear to be… horizontal.
Fantastic tag.
It could happen. Think what a change we’d be from the people with whom he usually surrounds himself.
(sets table, pours wine, waits for self-deprecating response from the Lickona sector)
I saw him at this party last week that Angelico got me into, and he said he would sooner go on a 40-day pop culture fast than sit in some undersized warren in a Louisiana library and listen to a third-rate wannabe yammer on about some old Southern author and his relationship to pornography.
He did, however, ask me if a search was possible.
Did you ask him, ‘What is best in life?’
Because that never gets old.
Sure sure; I, too, would ‘sooner go on a 40-day pop culture fast than sit in some undersized warren in a Louisiana library and listen to a third-rate wannabe yammer on about some old Southern author and his relationship to pornography’. But that — wherever it came from — is not the point.
The point is: Maybe he’d want to meet up with us in New Orleans.
Angelico and Lickona see him at parties.
Farrell does a better Lipton.
I watched the first 20 minutes or so and marveled at the way he teased Lipton, especially for the blue cards. I don’t know if those nonsense skits work quite as well as he seems to think they do, but he’s both funny and smart and I’m envious as hell. Green to his red, as it were.
I’ll never understand this fascination with pop stars.
Well, gotta go; it’s nearly lunch time – beans straight from the can. Again. Warmed over a sterno unit. Again.
But, you know, the protein helps me dig this hole I call home a little deeper.
JOB