31 July 2015

0 fj: and then justin bieber and ryan seacrest talked about women… WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

(via ryan seacrest on instagram)
(via ryan seacrest on instagram)
whilst i haven’t the time to perform a full close reading on this momentous moment, i do want to draw it to your attention for two reasons…
one specific query: ryan seacrest is aging WELL, right? or is it just me? do i have PhD goggles on because at this point there have been a few pictures i’ve seen where even aristotle onassis looks hot, so it totally could just be me. my tastes are a bit warped at present.
and one more general observation: few things in life or equally compelling in textual and video form. justin bieber’s recent interview with ryan seacrest is one of those rare things that is different yet equally amazing in both formats. Continue reading 

28 July 2015

0 jo birthday

a day that always feels like it should be rather important then i never do anything about it 
beyond posting a photograph here.

this video is pretty amaze as well:

19 July 2015

0 debo had a birthday

since she recently revamped her hair, let us take a(n incredibly abbreviated) tour about her hair dos...


18 July 2015


so for the second summer i'm doing the TS eliot school, which is like poetry/prose bootcamp. for a week, we OD on lectures then at the weekends, we take loooooooong-ass coach trips to little gidding, east coker, and burnt norton to read a poem, eat lunch and drive home. the trips to elsewhere to read a poem seems especially hilarious. but then, yesterday, jeremy irons dropped by to read us prufrock on his way to dinner. so i guess our strangeness is in good company.

13 July 2015

0 let's discuss

and, yes, i'm alive! today the dear 85-year-old woman i adore asked if i was mad at her because i'd not called in a month, so- lest there be other people assuming we've had a falling out- i assure you, no! it's just been a mad frenzy of revisions and submission for supervision and now i'm disappeared for the week into my annual t.s. eliot bootcamp, and all of that has meant i've very few words and very little energy to spare. basically, the over-riding sensation of the final year of a phd is the sensation of having just given a pint of blood.

but i'mma rally some words here to write about this...

perhaps ill-advisedly because i have purposefully avoided information on the release of watchman (because, well, MINE BRAIN), and i am no longer even entirely certain whether i ever actually read mockingbird. BUT.

from the general vibe in the air, i'm concluding that atticus finch is racist and that some people are pretty disillusioned and harper lee's literary reputation has sustained a blow.

speaking in my authority as someone who hangs out with elderly people on a regular basis, as someone who is, at this particular time, very precisely attuned to the tensions between history and legacy, the commercial demands of the media and the practicalities of old age (ie. fragile health, the expenses of care) AS WELL AS keenly aware of how completely the commercial/historical/personal needs/wants/demands of a given present moment displace/usurp/erase the past- even if that past is a past that we ourselves have experienced as a present- speaking with whatever authority that lends me, i will say this: i do not not think the release of this book is a moment we (you, me, the american book publishing industry and literary establishment, and elder care advocates) will later look back on with pride.

06 July 2015

0 4thing in the UK

the 4th was spent up in oxford. in a garden with spaniards and germans and scientists and pies and N making what may wind up being the best margarita of my life.

and koolaid. there was koolaid. fyi, it is hard to explain this guy to non-americans:
i have also now explained the etymology of "drinking the koolaid" and it's historical associations with the jonestown massacre in guyana in more party contexts than i would like to admit.