January 2010
27 posts
If David could have been a little bit gentler with himself, perhaps he could have simply shut up shop for a while and tried to heal. But unlike almost any other profession, writers cannot ‘retire’ – if they stop writing, they cease to be writers, at least in their own minds. David loved being a writer, not so that he could dazzle us with the glorious arias of his intellect, but so that he could...
I missed this, so failed to celebrate, but did you know that yesterday was the 31st anniversary of the first robot homicide?
Everyone sounded eerily calm on the phone. No one was screaming. No one was crying. No one said “Why me?” or “We’re cursed.” Even as the aftershocks kept coming, they’d say, “The ground is shaking again,” as though this had become a normal occurrence. They inquired about family members outside Haiti: an elderly relative, a baby, my one-year-old daughter.
I cried and apologized. “I’m sorry I...
“The alligator people did not scream. Their mouths could not form the sounds. The...”
– OK, I am terrified, but also pretty sure I should read “The Last Train From Hiroshima” by Charles Pellegrino. Actually, judging from this New York Times Book Review, I’m pretty sure we all should.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
If physical death is the price...
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“That hourglass figure—in a few years, the sand is gonna sink to the bottom.”
– This was the first of many (many! the thing went on for a good ten minutes!) AMAZING reasons the evangelical radio guy my cabbie was listening to gave why men should only marry “Christ-like Women.” The rest, as you can imagine, were all in the same...
Tom Scocca: Matt Marek, Haiti country representative of the American Red Cross, said: “There has been widespread looting of collapsed buildings since the earthquake hit. There is no other way to get provisions. Even if you have money, those resources are going to be exhausted in a few days.” Choire Sicha: I’M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND Tom Scocca: If there’s no other way to...
Previews on the Rumble Fish DVD I got today from...
The Big Lebowski
Carlito’s Way: Rise to Power
Gladiator (3-Disk Extended DVD)
[also, PAUSE seems to be a “prohibited operation” for this disc.]
“She spends the first hour or so of her solitary journey as she usually spends...”
– Alice Munro, “Too Much Happiness” (via meaghano)
There are about a million books on my Want-To-Read List but I think I’m going to have to move this one up in the queue.
“Nobody ever likes what’s written about them,” I snap. I name a couple of books he could read on the subject. I mention Janet Malcolm, who referred to being written about as having a sort of narcissist’s holiday but who also said that when the holiday was over and the article or book has been published, the subject had the experience of flunking a test she didn’t...
“Ten years or so have passed since I last looked at my drums with anything other than reluctance. The Eric Clapton Syndrome has set in. This is when you actually come to fear your instrument. If you touch the sacred staff, miracles are expected of you.”
April 2000 entry from Strange Things Happen: A Life with The Police, Polo, and Pygmies, by Stewart Copeland.
Ask me anything. It’s anonymous.
Looook. LOOOOK! I wrote one of these! →
’s cool, right?
(It’s the one about The Giving Tree Yoga Studio. Those people were super-nice. Go there if you live or work in Astoria!)
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