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I dream bullshit
Sometimes I dream pure description, just a flow of words with no imagery. Last night the phrase mallardy goings presented itself. Dreaming, I wondered what it was. My omniscient brain responded: mallardy goings is a disease that afflicts wheat and other grains.
It reminds me of trying to write essay tests that I hadn't studied for, desperately bullshitting from fragments of half-remembered facts.
Abstract thinking
I think this is worthy of a regular column: punning or clever academic paper titles. Such as The Tufted Carpet in Britain: Its Rise from the Bottom of the Pile 1952-1970, which I found in the Oxford Journal of Design History.
Submit yours today. Note: titles from the Annals of Improbable Research will not be considered.
Album of the day
The charmingly childish Words of Wisdom and Hope by Jad Fair and Teenage Fanclub. Lyrics like "The wonderful wonder of your wonder," sung in a naive garage-Jonathan-Richman style over super-tight Yo La Tengo riffs. At first I was disappointed it wasn't more Teenage Fanclubby, but then I accepted it for what it is. As Jad Fair might put it, it's simply rockin' rock n' roll for simple rock n' rollers.
Giant steps
I've been doing a thousand little trivial things at work over the last month. All of sudden, this morning, things got big. Markets, industries, and opportunities opened up. Every word was an idea. The world crashed into the 29th floor. It was scary. It was exhilarating.
via ?
Doot-doot-do-do
Doot-doot-do-do
Doot-doot-do-do
Turn your world around
Tell me where it's from and win a prize.
Blog props
Today, nothing I could write could compare with the
sound(?) vandalism advice provided on Craptastic. Go read it now.
Props also to Not My Dog for her impressive use of the word "cannulate."
Ted Rall
I'd seen his cartoons everywhere, and adored them, yet somehow his name never stuck. Today I read his very shit-disturbing column on Afghanistan, not making the connection. Then I went to his web site.
A new bookmark.
