peripathetic

Wahey!
Gothamist has let me read the Oscars instead of having to watch them! And the guy's comments are more or less exactly what mine would've been.

More Gotham City news: a guy throws stuff onto a subway track and trans end up in chaos. If you've ever wondered how people really react when their subway train judders to a stop, watch the video.

Another satisfied Moleskine... customer. It feels so wrong to say customer. Writer. Let's say writer. Or scribbler. Or whatever.

Oh, and bloody hell! And here. Shostakovich?s terrible humour. So cold - it is hateful, even. And what does it hate? Itself. It hates what it is and yet it continues, laughing at itself, shaking with laughter through and through. Torn apart - nearly - by its own laughter. Apart from the hate locus, which I'd say is everything rather than itself, but still centred on itself (a la Derrida), I haven't agreed with anyone on anything as much in ages. Wow. (Warning: culture-talk.)