I masturbate to it, then I drift off and have the dream where I’m a spy and can talk to dogs, who are also spies.
“I wanted to write about something I know about (the sound basis for globally differentiated regulatory regimes), and people wanted to read about the news (a scandalous breakdown of Bangladeshi law and basic concepts of informed consent), and mixing them up has done no good.”
Hey Matt-y, this kid really wanted to enjoy your column, but his globally differentiated regulatory regime didn’t bother teaching him how to read.
My one beef with Derrida’s “From Restricted to General Economy: Hegelianism Without Reserve” is that it’s not at all funny. This wouldn’t be a problem except that the essay, a reading of Georges Bataille’s critique of Hegel, hinges on Bataille’s laughter. Only by taking Hegel absolutely seriously,…
People who steal jokes in any venue are scum, but there’s something kind of grandly horrible about stealing them again and again and merely changing some nouns.
This list is comprehensive, just not to the naked eye.
1. Pixies, “Hey”
2. Whatever noise Faith No More was making in “Das Schützenfest”
3. The ironic-rock “Huh” from Cake in “Rock and Roll Lifestyle”
4. Master P. doing anything. Like, laundry and shit.
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500. Of Monsters and Men, “Little Talks”
Cosmarxpolitan, Issue 6
8 steps to make extra pounds (and enemies) disappear
I would like to thank Twitter user @Coard for making this.
My father told me about a dream he had. Each state had to change its motto so that it could be written in balloon-like hippie script and fit within a cartoon image of the state’s borders, so that all the mottoes could be laid out on a map. In the dream, he couldn’t see all the mottoes, but his eye focused on South Carolina’s:
BEER IS LARGELY FOR THE POOR.
