Once I was on earth and I liked it. I got to look at my toes underwater. They looked bigger than they were in real life. As anyone can tell by looking at it sugar is meaningless. You are not supposed to stay in the hot tub longer than ten minutes. After that it is meaningless. Like white poinsettias. I mean at Christmas. Maybe Christmas is meaningless too but we used to pretend it was not and I liked that. It’s pointless. I don’t actually know what a football looks like. I think they have something to do with babies. The man is carrying a baby across a field. He is trying to save it. It’s hard. Sometimes people die trying to do things. That’s OK. There are things more important than life or death. I miss holding my breath.
“Rain drips, soaking into the floor, and Slothrop perceives that he is losing his mind. If there is something comforting—religious, if you want—about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.”—Gravity’s Rainbow, Pynchon.
Best of luck to those bestowed with dark talents and no good fortune I’ve seen them wake up on sea shores and light cigarettes as only those who long for teasing and tiny caresses can Best of luck to these nomadic proletarians who put their heart in everything
“Rajan is now heading a behemoth bureaucracy that elicits a wide range of appraisals. As juggler of growth and inflation, some analysts judge it among the world’s best, as The Economist did last year. Several Indian economists regard it as the worst. Many people consider it to be one of India’s most efficient bureaucracies, though a few others take the opposite view.”—The Caravanprofiles Raghuram Rajan.
I was so excited to find this documentary from 1996, shot in an American high school. It’s about two sisters who identified as riot grrrls, but who were known around school as the “dirty girls.” It is an incredible portrait of the ’90s, of high school in general, and of what it is like to be a teenage outcast. It runs twenty minutes and was made by Michael Lucid, who was a senior in high school at the time (the girls were a bit younger). I was so happy to learn today that Christian Storm at Vice magazine tracked down the subjects, Amber and Harper, and spoke to them about their lives now and then. Turns out they are still just as independent and great. - Sheila Heti
a woman may collect cats read thrillers her insomnia may seep through the great walls of history a lizard may paralyse her a sewing machine may bend her moonlight may intercept the bangle circling her wrist
a woman may name her cats the circulating library may lend her new thrillers a spiked man may impale her a woman may add a new recipe to her scrapbook
judiciously distilling her whimper the city lights may declare it null and void in a prodigious weather above a darkling woman surgeons may shoot up and explode in a weather wrought with forceps a woman may damn man
a woman may shave her legs regularly a woman may take up landscape painting a woman may poison twenty three cockroaches
“Hepburn’s only husband was Ludlow Ogden Smith, a socialite businessman from Philadelphia whom she met while a student at Bryn Mawr. … Hepburn made Smith change his name to S. Ogden Ludlow so that she would not be known as “Kate Smith”, which she considered too plain.”—Katharine Hepburn made her husband change his name first. (via amandahess)
THR:At a time when it was unpopular to “do television,” you were one of the first big feature directors to go there, with 'Twin Peaks.' Why aren’t you in that market now?
Lynch:I’ll tell you. I’m walking down the street. There are people in the street. There is someone you fancy. And you turn a corner. And there she is. No two ways about it. She is the idea. You are in love. And she is the story.
Lest I be accused—as I already have been—of imposing some kind of PC orthodoxy on a piece of mass entertainment, or of applying an anachronistic standard of inclusion to a film that marches under the banner of fidelity to historical truth, let me reiterate one point and add two others. Emancipation was not a white man’s affair. It was a multiracial affair, in which blacks, slave and free, played a central role. Spielberg and Kushner are not being faithful to the historical record; they are distorting it. Not by lying but by constructing the field glasses through which they would have us look at, and misperceive, the past.
Aaron Bady will be blogging about the film too, so I don’t want to steal his thunder. But he’s dug up two interesting factoids that are relevant: First, Spielberg was originally thinking of making a film about the relationship between Lincoln and the black abolitionist Frederick Douglass. This is a topic that has generated a large and growing literature. Spielberg opted not to go that route. Second, though Spielberg chose to base the film on Doris Kearns Goodwin’s “Team of Rivals,” he decided essentially to use three pages from the book as the basis of his story. It was his decision to focus on the few months that led to the passage of the 13th Amendment in the House.
These unforced choices—his choices—effectively precluded the inclusion of blacks as political agents in their own right. It was not the constraints of history or genre, in other words, that produced this film; it was the blinkered vision of Steven Spielberg.