Phrase of the Day

July 28, 2011

I’ve used it about eighteen times, and every time get that special joy that comes with knowing you’ve used the precisely perfect words to describe something.

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From Urban Dictionary

EMOTIONAL HANGOVER

The feeling you wake up with in the morning after an emotional breakdown from the night before. This feeling is sometimes a result from an argument, a deep sadness, an unfortunate loss, a break-up, drama, strong feelings of regret, conflicting emotions, etc.

Typically the night before, you have trouble sleeping – you may even be physically tired yet remain mentally awake – which might involve tossing and turning all night long, a constant vigilance of the clock, and attempts to read or watch TV to try and sleep quicker.

Instead of sleeping away your sadness and waking up refreshed, the feelings come back to make you feel bad, maybe even worse. Now that you’ve had time to dwell on the situation and ponder your own feelings, repeating those feelings again the next day makes it sting a bit more.

Sometimes an emotional hangover is followed by ambivalence(conflicting emotions), stress, more drama, and/or just a really bad mood.

This is bad especially if you aren’t a morning person.

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Real talk.

Happy Birthday, Alexander Calder!

July 22, 2011

Thank you, Google, for alerting me.

I’m really into paintings of circles these days.  Yep.  Just circles.  See also: drawings of Richard Serra, Blinky Palermo, Gidon Bing, and me.

Thoughtlet of the Day

July 21, 2011

You know what galls me to no end?  The A&E show Storage Wars.  All three faithful readers of this blog will know from my e-life (and probably my personal life, as they are my friends, and my dad) that I am a big fan of A&E vicarious misery reality shows (i.e. Hoarders and Intervention, and even Relapse.)  Now, most everyone in the WORLD knows that reality TV shows exist (and in fact most TV shows in general) to allow us to live, if only for half an hour, the INTERESTING life of someone else (heroin addiction, no matter what anyone says, is interesting because it’s inherently dramatic) in order to make us FORGET about our own BORING lives.  So why FUCK with the formula and have a reality show about something as painfully mind-numbing as PERSONAL STORAGE?!  If that is more exciting than us than our daily grinds, then we’re in bigger trouble than we thought.

A Note I Found in an Old Book Addressed to David Markson

July 20, 2011

Regarding an annotated Reader’s Block, a project I intend to complete still, despite the author’s death:

August 4, 2008

Dear Mr. Markson,

I like pencil despite the potential problems in its utilization.  I apologize if this note arrives smudged and/or barely readable.

Approximately two months ago, I recommended The Last Novel to a friend of mine, who enjoyed it thoroughly and wrote you a note expressing such (I assume.)  I admit I was a little jealous of her for thinking of this first.  In my mind, the book “belonged” to me, spiritually at least, though in fairness, the book was given to me as a gift (with a note preceding: “Never has a book reminded me more of you.”  This statement ended up being disturbing upon my learning the fate of Novelist.)

The last paragraph came off egotistical, in a way.  Again, apologies.

In any case, I bought Reader’s Block a few weeks [ago, sic] and consumed it rather quickly (not sweet, like a bonbon or a Lifesaver, but salty and meaty and a bit mysterious… a heart of palm, maybe?)  Upon completing it, I immediately turned back to the beginning, having decided to research all (maybe) the dots.  It was an urge I didn’t want to fight, an endeavor I imagined would be instructive and enjoyable, even if in a torturous way (hurts so good, as John Mellencamp would say.)  I was going to send it to you when I was finished but I realized a little while in that it may take a while.  Though I did my best to avoid Wikipedia, the document may appear to be the lackluster attempt of an amateur.  Apologies, the IIIrd.  I hope you can view it as a love note to your work, as a testament to how wonderfully influential and inspiring it is, if only to this tiny, fledgling wordsmith.

Sincerely,

ID

PS The numbers correspond logically to the text.

Visually Distressed

July 13, 2011

My Gchats Are Funnier Than Tao Lin’s, Part Deux

July 12, 2011

ID:  stupid question: the siberian wasteland

is a tundra right?
as in, am i using that word correctly?

IS:  I think it might be *the tundra
i’m not sure though

ID:  yes yes

IS:  I think you’d say The siberian wasteland is tundra
ID:  or

IS:  in that context you would say *the
I’m sure
or *the wasteland that is the Siberian tundra

ID:  yep
so i’m right
i’m right
let’s just leave it at that

IS:  you r right
Will and Kate plus 8
what do you think?
ID:  like
they’ll have 8 babies?!?!
IS:  maybe
and then a TLC show

IS:  so what’s this email all about?

ID: Here it is
Thanks again for letting me attend the fantastic event on Saturday –– the cheesesteak I ate afterward was made tolerable because I was still on a bit of a high from hearing Charles speak!  Anyway, as I said (and as I wrote to Dan earlier this –– my –– morning) I will begin, if it’s okay, pitching this to a bunch of mainstream media.  I think it’s about as close to a sure thing as they come, though we live in a strange world, and publishing as a microcosm is in almost complete chaos, so perhaps it will fizzle, but it’s absolutely worth a shot.  As for me, I may look like Alice in Wonderland, but I’ve hunted pythons in the Everglades, so I think the Siberian tundra will be no match for me :).
Fondly,
ID
ID:  long story
that i can’t do justice to right now
but it involves maybe me participating in a motorcycle race across siberia
IS:  oh wow
I wish I could make that my status
I’m writing a movie in my head about it as I type
a countercultural “Eat Pray Love” if you will
ID:  ahhahaha
exactly
instead of luxuriating myself into a new me
i’ll just beat the living shit out of myself
IS:  I just laughed out loud

 

Prophetic Message from my Work Computer, or Dostoevsky, or God?

July 12, 2011

I’ve never used the “stickie” program in my life (I use real post-its, usually) but I accidentally hit the symbol on the dashboard (wow, I do NOT know computer terminology at ALL, it’s pretty embarrassing) and three stickies popped up.  Two were boring scheduling things, and one just had this quote on it:

“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

Oh and by the way…

July 11, 2011

my name is Kleary Oats.

You Learn Something New

July 7, 2011

I’m writing a review of a (soon to be released) book about fonts and typography and have just learned of the existence of the “interrobang,” described and explain by writer Simon Garfield as such:

“The Interrobang is not a font –– just a single character.  Yet it is so powerful a symbol, and such a flawed and original concept, that it deserves a place alongside the most adventurous typographic innovations of the last century.  It is an exclamation mark and a question mark combined, a ligature looping the curve of the interrogation with the downward force of the expletive (which compositors and printers have traditionally called a bang.).  When they meld, they need only one round point at their base.

“The Interrobang has its roots in 1960s advertising.  The New York ad executive Martin Spekter was looking for a way to express astonishment and disliked the clumsy combination of ?! when he wanted to say things like ‘How much?!?!’ and ‘You’re not serious?!’  But when he expressed his frustration in a type magazine he only had the idea for it, not the name.  Readers suggested the Exclamaquest and the QuizDing, before the Interrobang was chosen.”

I would continue on with the explanation of the Interrobang’s lack of success, but I don’t know how to actually type it into this post.

As Garfield calls it, "the Esperanto of fonts."

Tiny House Thursday

June 30, 2011

We publish a visionary author/architect/artist here named Les Walker, who wrote a book (basically just for me) about tiny houses.  In the spirit of rejoicing over what is small, here is a tiny house just for you!

Wee!