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stop making sense: The Many Lessons of Janet Jackson
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Saturday, November 22, 2008. The Many Lessons of Janet Jackson. I like Janet Jackson. Listening to her songs is like being winded with the realization that your parents are cool. It hits you out of nowhere: you grew up with them, couldn't bare publicly being beside them, and then one night you smell pot in the hallway, and hear the Zombie's "Time of the Season" emanating from their bedroom. Under the pretense of a song about the way love 'goes' (works? Consider the lyrical content. Like a moth to a flame.
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stop making sense: Dusk Fell Today...
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Thursday, October 2, 2008. At the behest of a friend, I am reading Coetzee's Disgrace. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Toronto, On, Canada. Incessant solicitation towards a meager but rewarding life in academia. View my complete profile. Ships Sail But I Fly. Musings from my Bedroom. Some Avenues of Interest.
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stop making sense: Fragment from a Work of Fiction #1
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Friday, October 24, 2008. Fragment from a Work of Fiction #1. On the question of sex, he quite freely surrenders. It is not that it baffles him. On the contrary; in good Freudian form, he has always believed in something essentially primitive about sex. The mechanics of desire, he agrees, are inseparable and considerably more complicated. But let sexual relations be sexual relations if motivated by mutual desire. By mystical. Desire. Why go through pains to sublimate or disavow such things? Incessant sol...
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stop making sense: Coming Soon
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Monday, December 8, 2008. A blog on the Ryan Adams/Sarah controversy. Hoop-la. Thomas j. cooper, the third. December 10, 2008 at 10:13 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Toronto, On, Canada. Incessant solicitation towards a meager but rewarding life in academia. View my complete profile. Ships Sail But I Fly. Musings from my Bedroom. Some Avenues of Interest.
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stop making sense: On Musical Commodification
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Sunday, November 9, 2008. For reasons that don't even make sense, I'm insulted when bands I've had some stake in get 'big' and are suddenly taken up by x, their girlfriend, and everybody else with some alleged interest in pop culture. The latest example of this appears with Kings of Leon. Who, it seems, have become the new 'it' band. And by 'it' I mean 'in' for the mainstreamers, and (by default) 'out' for the hipsters. In fact, The Culture of Me. Conveys the right sentiment when they say:. And so it is ...
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stop making sense: Diary of a Good Read
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Thursday, October 30, 2008. Diary of a Good Read. Moments ago, I finished my latest Coetzee enterprise, Diary of a Bad Year. How to still remain relevant, and not fade away into forgotten obscurity? How to be preserved, in relic and spirit? How to understand the fundamentals of our existence: love, compassion. Something has been purged in my mood. Note to self: the requirement, the aim or measure, of all great art. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Toronto, On, Canada. View my complete profile.
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stop making sense: The Blog About Blogs #1
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Friday, November 7, 2008. The Blog About Blogs #1. I waver with the demands I place on this blog. Often I struggle with the specific question of appropriateness. Thoughts go something like: is what I say appropriate for this space? Does it represent me appropriately, to my own self-realized tailoring? Would I have it as I have my coffee, constant and unflinching, or as I have my wine, often based on occasion (.oh, a house party? Probably not red, then, for fear of stained teeth, etc.). I think the same w...
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Ben Folds Five – Narcolepsy | Suburb-queen
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Ben Folds Five – Narcolepsy. I should warn you. I go to sleep. I’m being a bad blogger. I do get my computer back tomorrow though, so expect more than the odd video here soon. Tags: ben folds five. The unauthorized biography of reinhold messner. The Kronos Quartet →. 2 Responses to “Ben Folds Five – Narcolepsy”. June 16, 2011 at 5:08 pm. Such a good album! July 14, 2011 at 1:08 pm. I’ve fallen deeply in love with it recently! And listen to the whole thing over and over and over and over….
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stop making sense: Shenanigans
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Friday, November 14, 2008. A poetic philosopher or a philosophical poet are my favourite kind of both." Robert Frost. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Toronto, On, Canada. Incessant solicitation towards a meager but rewarding life in academia. View my complete profile. Ships Sail But I Fly. Musings from my Bedroom. Some Avenues of Interest.
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stop making sense: Christmas Playlist, Christmas Musings
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Thursday, December 25, 2008. Christmas Playlist, Christmas Musings. After dinner today, we watched Burn After Reading. Anyway, I wonder what I'll be doing for the rest of the night. I had some thoughts about going to Christmas Mass last night, but where would I go, and why? The story of Leonard Cohen is a familiar one, with special pertinence this year. Cohen was born in Montreal to a middle-class Jewish family in the thirties, and his first volume of poetry, Let Us Compare Mythologies. The baffled king ...
