Being the privileged first-world-dweller that I am (and also until very recently—unemployed), and given the rather grave climate of the jobs dialogue, I thought I would highlight some of the good things about being unemployed.
Hey baby, after this show is over, can I interview you?
“After you read this sentence look around and calmly gather 5 things at random and (without thinking about what you’re doing) leisurely stack those 5 things on top of each other and photograph it with a smartphone.”
McSweeney: (v) Unattainably attractive female’s consistently swift, merciful rejection of one’s most fully-formed and thoughtful works of romantic persuasion or advancement.
The reading ended and Moon Temple went in for a hug. Sarah Jean said “group hug” and everyone in the crowd closed in around Steve and hugged him.
16 types of nonfiction, how “truthful” they are, and tips on how to write them.
My winter coat. The other winter coat I like more. My “Jesus Got Er Dun” hoodie I bought drunk in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. A zip up hoodie. The hooks the coats and hoodies hang on. A metal trash can. A roll of bags in the bottom of the can under the trash. My running shoes.
The base assertion in any literary insult can be summed up as, “X has no value.” To say something has no value is to insult the audience, to attempt to divert an audience or prospective audience from a text and persuade them it lacks merit.
No one around him heard, but _richard chiem_ used a cowboy accent to say “Netflix.”
In the Observer profile Marie is quoted as saying, “I wrote to express my worldview/subjectivity because it felt then that no one had any idea.” Isn’t this why people write?