28 March 2009

Farts are bipartisan

In these times of polarized politics, maybe Barack Obama needs to bring out the secret weapon that binds us all together: flatulence.

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27 March 2009

Where The Wild Things Are

I love books about the creative, uninhibited nature of kids, so I'm pretty damn excited about this:


And in other news, I'm going to get my ass back in gear and blogging again. I already have a post in the works, which may or may not involve poop. Continue reading this post >>

21 March 2009

I'm back...with Andy Rooney

Well, I guess I haven't been feeling very bloggy the last couple weeks, but as it turns out, I've just spent the last hour watching Andy Rooney segments on YouTube, and as luck would have it, he has served as a laxative to my blogging constipation.

I've never been very good at impersonations, but one I think I do pretty well is Andy Rooney. That probably owes more to Rooney's craziness than my talent. Some people like to call Andy Rooney a curmudgeon, but I think crazy and confused are better suited to ole Andy's demeanor. On the face of his little segment at the end of 60 Minutes, Rooney is to serve as an old guy dispensing common-sense advice to an increasingly directionless society:


In reality, Andy serves the public by showing us what it's like to become 90-years-old...and insane. Like Brooks from The Shawshank Redemption, Rooney thinks the world has gotten itself in one big damn hurry. Even when it comes to kitchen utensils:
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07 March 2009

Sadness in America

I pretty much sucked at posting this week, but I did read D.T. Max's New Yorker article on David Foster Wallace, which led me to read a 1996 Salon interview with Wallace.

I recommend both.

This excerpt from the Salon interview now resides in my journal (and keeps banging around my little brain):
I wanted to do something sad. I'd done some funny stuff and some heavy, intellectual stuff, but I'd never done anything sad. And I wanted it not to have a single main character. The other banality would be: I wanted to do something real American, about what it's like to live in America around the millennium.

There's something particularly sad about it, something that doesn't have very much to do with physical circumstances, or the economy, or any of the stuff that gets talked about in the news. It's more like a stomach-level sadness. I see it in myself and my friends in different ways. It manifests itself as a kind of lostness. Whether it's unique to our generation I really don't know.
I feel like I connect with Wallace a lot, which is a little scary considering, you know, that whole depression/suicide thing. I've only read essays and short stories by Wallace, but now Infinite Jest is high up on my books-to-read list.

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02 March 2009

A self-conscious gait

I was in Target recently, and I saw a woman who walked with an extreme bounce in her step.

And, at first, I thought, Man, that woman sure does have a funny gait.

Then: I wonder if she knows how funny she looks. I bet not.

Leading to: Oh god, what if I have a weird walk and people think the same thing about me?

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Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss

Today would've been Dr. Seuss' 105th birthday, and Google is celebrating:
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