Today in what I can't talk about, here, have instead: I subscribe to the neighborhood listserv, don't read 99 of a 100 posts, the ones about lost dogs and cats and requests for recommendations for doctors and dentists, but this subject line, FREE KNOBS, caught my attention. I opened it:
I have an assortment of knobs free for the taking:
6 brushed nickel and frosted pink glass (~1 inch diameter)
5 white wood (~1 inch diameter)
14 pewter cup pulls (~3 inches across)
11 round pewter knobs - these match the above cup pulls (~1 inch diameter)
Let me know if you can use them and I'll set them out for you.
Fine metaphors abound, including but not limited to I'm not used to being offered knobs but having them thrust upon me by knobs, neither the knobs offered or the knobs thrusting brushed silver or pewter or frosted pink glass. Als0 to0? Shoot me.
- That was on the new book shelf yesterday.
- Today in Advanced Obamapologetics, two cases both for and against and finally, forlornly and with resignation and moral weariness, for Obama, first Thomas Frank then Ta-Nahisi Coates. Yes Harpers is subscription only but for $20 a year for a decent magazine?
- Fuck POTUS 12. Nothing is happening that wasn't expected, it's like being the kid in the twirler crushed by the centripetal force of friends' and then vomited on when the ride stops.
- Privacy: The motivations for the surrender of privacy also interest me. Convenience is obviously one. Conformity is another. But I think we can go deeper. Consumer capitalism is driven by the notion of obsolescence and by the anxiety that the consumer herself will become obsolete. In such a context, it’s no big stretch to extend “obsolescence” from products to basic rights. Suddenly, we’re “beyond” all that habeas corpus bric-a-brac. We’ve “outgrown” our “antique” privacy. Fatalism also plays a part. Technology and the Market have become our new divinities. Both are viewed as omnipotent and implacable. It’s, like, Global, man—there’s nothing you can do about it.
- Call me when Obama makes this point loud and repeatedly.
- Media contempt.
- Forcible legitimate life.
- Smacking a cracker goes viral. Call me when Obama does this.
- Foreclosure suicide.
- Home is where the vote is.
- Our curious case of economic bondage.
- The fantasy of fetal personhood.
- Uterus Rex.
- How can you say such a thing?
- Pastor Sanctimonious says Akin is not a Villager!
- In Celebration of My Uterus.
- UPDATE! Serendipitous to the above, I just found this.
- ExNPRer on NPR.
- Life does not progress towards complexity.
- Butler's Orchard!
- This isn't out in time for my birthday, buy it for me for Giftmas!
- The changing sameness.
- Remember to ping :: wood s lot :: daily.
- Murakami bettors' favorite to win Nobel.
- People are dumb.
- Popper in bed!
- Yes, it's a The Necks kind of day again.
THE EMPEROR OF ICE CREAM
Wallace Stevens
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
