Is it Saturday already? My last week of vacation/first week of work went by a little quickly.
How did medieval folks protect their DVDs?
I haven’t written anything on the stories coming out of the Virginia Quarterly Review because I don’t know any of the people there and don’t know any of the facts of the situation. But this story seems to me to be solidly reported at the very least.
Daniel Nester has a few words about the lyric essay.
What happens when a beekeeper puts a bell jar over a hole in the top of his hive? Awesome happens.
I imagine this bull still met the standard fate of a bull in a bullring, but it made my heart glad to see him take a chunk out of the spectators’ asses.
This is bullshit.
