Blinks

The internet seems unbelievably sad today. I was all set to add a post on the topic of regret, but it didn't seem wise to stir the melancholic pot. Plus, in comparison to what some people are going through, my regrets are nothing. Dust in the wind. Instead: I'll blink at you in wonder.

• The Difficulty with Didion
  Physically frail and refined in her writing, Didion just doesn't fit in. If this were a playground, she'd be the aloof girl in the corner, disliked for being so damn cool. I've always secretly hoped that Joan Didion is Highlander. Is that weird? (See also: On Playing Laser Tag With Joan Didion)


• Book Notes: Kelly McMasters ("Welcome to Shirley")
  Hot on the heels of Didion... I'm still trying to figure out what she means when she says that my favorite Billy Bragg song "hurts the ears," but at least she's digging it. (Disclosure: Kelly and I have some friends in common. Though in this day and age, does that really need to be disclosed? If so, then hoo-boy.)


• On Translation - Linh Dinh
  The worst translators are parasites and conmen, the best ones are parasites and pimps. I tend to think of myself as an honest and totally selfless charity worker. My sentiments exactly. (via wood s lot)


• Jamie Lidell - Jim
  The first time we heard Jamie Lidell, we were standing in the rain at an art party in the ports of Riga, not quite sure yet what we were doing there. Someone pulled us inside the warehouse, where Jamie Lidell was on stage in a science fair spacesuit, making the people dance. And all we could do was smile. He will turn your clouds to sun. (full album stream via largehearted boy)


• Prague, maybe not the best market for this
  Rollerblades meet cobblestones.

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