My state of things. ATTN: equilugubrium is defunct. Stephen Fraser now maintains Tenebris (www.salutor.com), a blog about independent publishing. |
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New Update:
Tenebris, a publishing blog, is now also defunct. You can find the archives of Tenebris here. The personal blog of Stephen Fraser is now Salutor. In my new life as an Internet marketing consultant, my online marketing blog is MarketingType. Labels: Bug-Eyed, marketing, online marketing, salutor, salutor.com, tenebris Friday
This blog is no longer active. My current blog is Tenebris, a blog about independent publishing. Hope to see you there. -Stephen
Saturday
When I was twenty years old and dreaming of little besides the adventures that I imagined lay before me in exotic and distant places, I considered a small book called Vagabond Globetrotting to be nothing less than a bible for the life I wished to lead. I considered its author, Marcus Endicott, to be a legend. Fourteen or so years down the road, I am happy to report that Marcus -- a real fellow, as it turns out, and still traveling the world -- has revised and republished the book in a twentieth anniversary edition. Buy it. Read it. Imagine the things you may still get to do.
Not that I blog anymore. But sometimes I'm tempted. Friday
Telegraph | News | The Lady and the lapdancer: "'But this was midweek and come the weekend it will probably be packed with stag and hen parties.
'Even when crowded, I was assured, the men behave very well. It's the women customers, apparently, who misbehave. In groups they get drunk, sick, loud, and take their own clothes off.'" Thursday
"The male is co-ordinating this enormous penis, and he's implanting spermadaphores into the female's arms.
Tuesday
Fabulous: What’s Wrong with Twinkling Buttocks?
Of the pop singer, the Observer’s critic wrote: “Marilyn Manson’s ability to shock has swung like a pendulum in a high wind . . . . He was really scary at first, when [he] burst out of [his] native Florida and declared war on all Middle America holds dear. Manson spun convincing tales of smoking exhumed bones for kicks. . . . But . . . Manson’s autobiography revealed a smart, funny man—even if he did enjoy covering hearing-impaired groupies in raw meat for sexual sport. He turned into an artist, rather than the incarnation of evil. Church groups still picketed his gigs, which often echoed Nazi rallies (they still do). But any fool could see that Manson was making a valid point about rock ‘n’ roll gigs and mass behavior, as well as flirting with fascist style.” Thursday
First bumperstickers, then tattoos. Now this. Oh Lordy. I am laughing. Will it become a trend?
Wednesday
In my next life, I'd like to come back as a Zeus bug.
Rosy cheeks seem to be crucial in the dating game, for monkeys at least.
Favorite line: "The females spent much longer looking at the red faces and used gestures such as lip-smacking to show their interest."
Nice article on whiskey making, although the author apparently thinks "Mull of Kintyre" was a Beatles song.
Tuesday
You know, he's right. The Internet is shit. And I'm an evangelist.
Monday
Truly a sport that gets more difficult with age: Wife-carrying.
Wednesday
Scientists in the UK have created a sticky tape that works like gecko feet. Cool! If I were Bill Gates, I'd commission gloves right away.
Tuesday
I agree with the general point being made in this article: Click by Click, Teens Polish Writing (washingtonpost.com). It's clear that young people once again, for better or worse, find themselves writing constantly in order to communicate with one another and to express themselves. And written language requires a different set of faculties. It's not your grandmother's written language, to be sure, but I'll take it.
Friday
Someday soon history will look back on this phenomenon with as much nausea as we now regard the burning of witches in the 18th century:
The Trauma Society Unlike Freud, some overzealous twentieth-century therapists had remarkable success in "finding" memories. Not only did they uncover stories of parental violation, they also found tales of blood-soaked satanic worship, cannibalism, and alien abduction. Heartache ensued as hundreds of families were ruptured by groundless accusations of the sexual abuse of children; caretakers were cross-examined in courtrooms and even imprisoned, based solely on their young charges' fantastic tales of mistreatment. Patients were tragically misled about the source of their unhappiness, while the therapeutic profession was staggered by its self-inflicted wounds.Particularly ironic (and horrifying) is that the segment of society most obsessed with exposing and remembering witch burning in previous centuries overlaps significantly with the group that perpetrated the hysteria over repressed memories. Wednesday
I don't believe this for a minute, but it's funny nevertheless. Tree That Give Meat Instead Of Fruit!
Tuesday
Comcast Can't Stand To Lose a Customer (washingtonpost.com). The cable company refused to cancel an account for a dead customer without a death certificate from the widow. I expected this from the Record-of-the-Month club people, but the cable company?
Friday
Haven't tried this out just yet. The Personality Forge - Artificial Intelligence:
The Personality Forge is the world's first community of living people and artificial intelligence entities called bots. Come on in, and chat with bots and botmasters, then create your own artificial intelligence personality, and turn it loose to chat with and form emotional relationships with real people and other bots. Thursday
Wednesday
Friday
From SF Gate, the best story so far on the Aron Ralston story. Nice subhead, eh?
Climber recalls ordeal of self-amputation
If Thomas Hardy or Gustave Flaubert were alive today, they would know what Nabakov knew. There is only one real sexual sin left. From the NYT review of the film Blue Car
A sensitive aesthete and caring friend on the one hand, and a self-deluded lecher and an impostor on the other, Auster is so eager to impress his protégée that he passes off the words of Rainer Maria Rilke as quotations from his own, probably nonexistent novel-in-progress. As he lurches between these poles, his good and evil sides begin to blur. The character emerges as a man whose failed dreams can never match his small, cramped life as a married high school teacher with a passion for literature. Faced with a young woman as dependent and adoring as Meg, who radiates a confusing mixture of innocence and sexual heat, he can't resist the temptation to play God.
Fuuuuck.
CNN.com - Climber amputates his arm, hikes to safety - May. 2, 2003 MOAB, Utah (AP) -- A Colorado climber amputated his own arm Thursday, five days after becoming pinned by a boulder, and he was hiking to safety when he was spotted by searchers, authorities said.
We know they're different, men and women. But can they help it? asks the Guardian.
There really are big differences between the male and female brain, says Simon Baron-Cohen. And they could help explain conditions such as autism.Which is not to say that men can't have female brains or women male brains. Wouldn't you like to take the test? |
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