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  3. Alexis Madrigal posed a fascinating question on twitter a few days ago that I tried to help solve. Check it out.

     

  4. "In the kind of town that lived its life like a jar that had once been filled with quarters and guess how many were inside and had since been replaced with an after-cricket, after-spring-peeper echo with maybe a hear-the-glass-jar-ping sort of ping, I sat in a quiet car and imagined a quiet beach with maybe a glimpse of a dog on the horizon."
     
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  6. "Some of the richest artists on the planet — by some estimates — include Georg Baselitz, Chuck Close, David Hockney, Gerald Richter, Anish Kapoor, Takashi Murakami, Jeff Koons, Damien Hurst, and Jasper Johns. I would like to see them paint children’s faces. Together. For free."
    — Artetorial.
     

  7. "Lightning flailed about the earth’s surface searching for a tree the way an incompetent boxer searched for his opponent’s chin."
     

  8. "Death wanted Beethoven to sit for a death mask. Beethoven asked whether or not he should cross his legs for it. It’s a death mask, Death replied. You don’t have to — why would you — and pigeons swooped passed the window."
     

  9. X: Did you see the news report of another spy in Germany?

    Me: You mean there’s TWO?

     

  10. Finally saw the “Turned Down For What” music video, and — I was friends in college with the first girl the kid crashes through the ceiling and startles. (And — I just learned — I was friends with one of the co-directors, too. In fact, you can see us dancing a literal jig in a video from that time period here.)

    And let’s not even talk about the guy in the Michael Jordan/kittens commercial.

     
  11. From early this morning.

     

  12. The very nice Ted Scheinman quotes me (and others) in a nice piece on writer’s block in Pacific Standard.

     

  13. perzadook said: When you think about linguistics, in the most general sense, what comes to mind? Birds? Recursion? Stuff?

    Right now? Probably how the cultural dimension of neo-Whorfianism — that language shapes who you are and how you see the world — makes total sense (to a degree), but how — from a ‘true’ linguistic standpoint — it’s thorough (and deserved) bunk, and how funny that is, and how there’s no real bridge between the two (that I can currently think of, at least.)

    Though — yes — birds. And — you know — stuff. And the guy with the thing. And the who’s-it. And the what’s-it. And the cat in the cradle and the silver

     
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