Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

This is just to say.

The Sesame Street twitter did something magical last Friday and parodied William Carlos Williams:

Monday, July 22, 2013

Myra insists she is borrowing the girl to demonstrate her psychic abilities.

Summer insomnia presents: moods inside of which to churn and roast.


"An exclusive, have-it-all decree." Using some designated objects, one can make David Lynch a song. I think that's the least of the art-love he deserves.

2. Forever envious of this perfect title. The air conditioning unit canceled the sound, but was visually perfect company for someone who, however inadequate the volume, refused to move from bed for any reason.

3. THE LAB MAGAZINE. Where did it come from? Why wasn't it always with me? I profoundly detest to speak in questions but this is a gnawing mystery, see the rapturous "Nykhor in Bloom."

4. I still have to tell myself to cheer up sometimes.

5. I'm pretty into the majority of the Paris Reviews' "What We're Loving" installments, but here, Justin Alvarez was inside my mind:

The sweltering temperatures the East Coast is currently experiencing created the perfect environment for Monday's screening of Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte at Bryant Park's Summer Film Festival. A tale of murder, mayhem, and deceit, Hush...Hush is just what you would expect from the "psycho-biddy" genre of sixties and seventies (depending on your preference, also known as "hagsploitation," "hag horror," or, my personal favorite, "Grand Dame Guignol").

Thursday, July 18, 2013

I took her away.

Hypnosis eliminates personal context — how we recognize the shape of our lives based on the past, how we anticipate the future — and substitutes an experience delivered by a third party. My subjectivity is at stake: who am I, under hypnosis, if not someone else’s idea of me? Are my memories my own or manufactured, and how do I tell the difference? (Tom Jokinen)

Monday, July 1, 2013

Internationally known for being broke.

Liz Laribee (with Ian Kanski!) is on the digital cover of the American Prospect today!

And the story of Nona Willis Aronowitz's visit to Harrisburg is enclosed. Look at this excellent paragraph:
Like many Rust Belt cities, Harrisburg has experienced major brain drain—the mass exodus of educated young people from post-industrial cities to the coasts or the Sunbelt. On average, Pennsylvania has lost 20,000 18-to-24-year-olds a year since the 1960s. Growing up and getting out has simply been the expectation. “Well, you’re not supposed to be here. This is not the place for you,” Kari Larsen, a 26-year-old lifelong resident of Central Pennsylvania, remembers being told when she complained to adults about the area’s stagnant culture. But thanks to the crappy economy, fewer young people are leaving the scene. After decades of steady loss, the 2010 census revealed a slight increase in the number of 24 to 35-year-olds in the wider Dauphin County area compared with 2000. The reversal in Harrisburg reflects a wider trend: Millennials are 40 percent less likely to move out of their home state than young people were were in the 1980s.
Wonderful pictures (by Amanda Owens!) of the MakeSpace in its formative stages are also included, as well as the fact that the Harrisburg residents Nona spoke to are collectively more glib than those in bigger cities with more established millennial enclaves. Glibber and more self-depreciating. I did suspend this impulse for "City Living" at Today's the Day Harrisburg, but if that facet of life here did not come across loud and clear, then I just would not recognize this place.