Hey - what your email? And the best avenue to send some funds? PayPal? Sending anon bc I don't want any recognition - just want to lend a hand (so this cash would be a gift bc my hand is the loan, lol!).
Anonymous
Oh hi stranger danger! It would’ve been good to mention that instead of just whining, huh? My analyst is going to tell me I was unconsciously expressing ambivalence about what I was asking for, yadda yadda whatever.
If you’ve got it in your head to do the deed, then I’ll want to thank you more than I’ll know how to say, and I can presently be PayPal’d at d at daniel dot sh.
Prior (Doing Blanche): I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers.
Hannah: Well that’s a stupid thing to do.
June 2, 2014
A Plaintive Little Nothing (Oh Help)
I guess it happens to everyone at some point, but before it does everyone probably thinks it could never happen to them. I did a neat trick this month where I fell grossly, grossly behind on some bills. I’m lucky in that I was able to pay them, mostly and more or less, so Sallie Mae won’t be sending Johnny Twobricks after my kneecaps—at least not today, at any rate.
I’m also super-lucky, in a weird way, in that the bills were for things like medications, student loans, psychotherapy, and the costs of freelancing, rather than anything really catastrophic—no one’s sick, thank goodness, except in all the ways that are familiar and expected. It all just came too fast, and at the wrong time.
June 1, 2014
ICYMI: New E-mail and Tumblr
Just a friendly reminder that you can find me at the address above and the Tumblr here for the foreseeable future. This old thing’s going under soon, so jump ship before she does!
May 12, 2014
In keeping with today's big changes, I’m also going to do that thing I get a yen to do every six months or so and move my Tumblr. If you care to join me in my new digs, head on over to http://fleeting-improvised.shannon.camp (or http://fleeting-improvised-man.tumblr.com if the DNS hasn’t propagated yet). Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got 150 people to refollow.
Change-of-Address Announcement
You can grab my new e-mail address up there if you’d like, because like hell am I typing it out on a public website ever again. It’s also on my vCard. Feel free to write and say hello if you think I may have lost your e-mail address sometime in the last few years.
May 10, 2014
It’s entirely possible that my plangent noises about the impossibility of rebelling against an aura that promotes and vitiates all rebellion say more about my residency inside that aura, my own lack of vision, than they do about any real exhaustion of U.S. fiction’s possibilities. The next real literary ‘rebels’ in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat of plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Dead on the page. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naïve, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe that’s why they’ll be the next rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. Today’s risks are different. The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the 'Oh how banal.’ To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness. Of willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows. Today’s most engaged young fiction does seem like some kind of line’s end’s end. I guess that means we all get to draw our own conclusions. Have to. Are you immensely pleased.
– David Foster Wallace, “E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction” (1993)May 9, 2014
Pack your knives.
- ME: There. That's the guy who used to be Padma's husband.
- ELLIE: Ew! What's his name?
- ME: Salman Rushdie.
- ELLIE: Eh. More like COMMON Rusty.
May 7, 2014
Roses are red / Gender is performative / Mass-market romance / Is heteronormative
– (via salandered)(via mmmmmmmmmmm-no)
May 7, 2014
Slaying them.
- Potential Client: I bought the Seneca on the strength of the design alone. Turns out to be a pretty good book, too.
- Me: Well you can't go wrong with the Romans. Unless you're an Attic Greek.
May 6, 2014
