DEAR SUGAR: “If you’re so hot, anon, why not sign your name and include a pic of your amazing wonderpuss?”
You “feel” you should be out meeting people. You know what I say? Fuck that.
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Morning Coffee
We here at the Rumpus do not speak nor read Russian. We are however, totally terrified and fascinated by this dying merman statue. Republican are a bunch of teabaggers and…
Todd Zuniga: The Last Book I Loved, Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned
For a great while I’ve been away from reading short stories of real length—instead flipping back through Etgar Keret’s The Nimrod Flipout for three-page jolts of inspiration. But when I…
Melting City/Empty Forest
Teppei Kaneuji is a young Japanese artist who uses collage techniques to create new objects that are whimsical and strangely familiar. He has his very first solo show at the…
Poetic Lives Online: Links by Brian Spears
Happy Saturday, everyone. Here’s your poetry fix for the night. The Times Online discovers a link between poetry and Facebook. Guess who else is on Facebook. Part 2 of 4…
Little Brother is Watching Too
When Oscar Grant was shot by BART police in an Oakland station on New Year’s Day, locals found it quite suspicious that the official surveillance cameras weren’t working, so that…
Time Lapse From Space
While astronaut Don Pettit was living aboard the International Space Station (ISS), he used some of his off-duty time to make time lapse videos of what he was seeing outside…
To Err Is Human
A memoir of the war in Afghanistan asks questions about war and responsibility and what it means to be an American after 9/11.
Saturday Morning Links
Okay, all you (us) iPhoniacs out there–who’ll be the first to come up with an App to make sure we become the downloader of the billionth app? Dan Kennedy channels…
Ari Messer: The Last Book I Loved, The Changing Light at Sandover
I hate agreeing with Harold Bloom. But what can I say? I fall easily and oddly and often (if sceptically) into Bloom’s spells of (particular) historical illumination and (annoying) lucidity.
