Miss me? Last Saturday was the birthday of my partner of nearly ten years (and occasional Rumpus contributor) Amy Letter. That’s worth a day off, right?
Two days ago, I visited The Dali Museum. You’ve never seen “The Hallucinogenic Toreador” until you’ve seen it in person. And then we drove home through Tropical Storm Bonnie, which is far less exciting than it sounds. Here’s hoping it dissipates in the Gulf, and doesn’t drive much oil ashore.
What shape do you want your watermelon in?
Mega-douche Fred Phelps decided to protest Comic-Con. Comic-Con protested back.
Via The Big Other, Cory Doctorow on, what else, the dangers of unreasonable copyright.
J. P. Smith on reading Proust in French.
What does the term “clinically proven” mean? It means you should be more cynical than usual.
Part V of The Great Paris Review Poetry Purge of 2010 is up at We Who Are About to Die.
