Archive for September, 2009

Sep 27 2009

Drinking that Haterade

Published by Nicole under Internet

I’ll be the first to admit: I am fond of the internet. So much so that imagining life without it, life off the grid, is a romantic but wholly prosaic notion, kind of like the dream of quitting one’s job and founding a civilization without cars or money, in which we do each other’s laundry as a form of economic development. What, you don’t have those dreams too?

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Sep 24 2009

Some delicious Dan Brown criticism!

Published by Nicole under Literature

The Lost Symbol and The Da Vinci Code author Dan Brown’s 20 worst sentences – Telegraph.

Vulture Reading Room – ‘The Lost Symbol,’ by Dan Brown — New York Magazine.

And these online Internet hypertext protocol transfer links remind little old female twenty-something formerly-blond still green-eyed Harvard-employed me that I cannot loudly vocally declare enough with my mildly irritating voice which comes out of my throat, that I passionately yet passive-agressively but still vitriolically loathe Dan Brown and wildly, senselessly, gleefully adore both Language Log (a log or blog about languages) and New York Magazine (a magazine based in New York City, which is the largest city in New York State).*

*My best Dan Brown impression. Try it, it’s fun.

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Sep 18 2009

I’mma Let You Finish

Published by Nicole under Music

I’mma Let You Finish.

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Sep 10 2009

Arthur Hugh Clough, Say Not the Struggle

Published by Nicole under Life,beautiful,work

Arthur Hugh Clough

(1819-1861)

Say not the struggle naught availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been, things remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back through creeks and inlets making
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.

via Arthur Hugh Clough, Say Not the Struggle . . .”.

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