. . . chagrined and absolutely mortified that Kanye West was brought up by an English professor? He is a grown man, of course, whose actions are no one’s fault but his own. Perhaps childhood exposure to incessant grammar-correcting, piles of books and the oppressive culture they represent, not to mention the small-stakes politicking that [...]
Archive for the ‘bloggery’ Category
8 Sep
Uh, I could have sworn it said “madwoman.”
According to this quiz, if I were on Mad Men, I would be
. . . Peggy Olson!
Quietly confident, innocent but ambitious, you are most like Sterling Cooper’s eager, hardworking secretary turned copywriter from Bay Ridge, Brooklyn (played by Elisabeth Moss). You exude girlish charm with your preppy-chic ensembles and perky ponytails.
Gag. I’ve never seen [...]
11 Aug
The smell of privilege in the morning: a self-loathing post, complete with colon-ized title
I have a confession: occasionally I read mommy blogs. Very occasionally. I stumbled upon them way back when I was paying off Sallie Mae and googling about for tips on how to save money by hoarding toilet paper and tampons, and not because my biological clock is ticking. I have no maternal instinct: just ask [...]
29 Jul
Ceci n’est pas un post.
(Cricket[s]: get it? [Source: BBC])
Apologies for my silence. My computer has advanced considerably on the slow march to its demise, and, as I contemplate its replacement, I’m sneaking in this one on a borrowed computer. Shhh.
23 Jun
Banned from the blog cocktail:
Bacardi products.
Yesterday I blogged about my hypothetical blog cocktail: a cucumber-and-vodka concoction by Kingsley Amis that I would probably never drink, and a mint- and citrus-enhanced version by Martha Stewart that I’m quite less unlikely to drink. The comments revealed a unanimous preference for gin, a preference I of course share.
I wanted to clarify, however, [...]
22 Jun
It’s 7 in the morning. Do you know where your Stoli is?
Today is the second anniversary of this blog. Its namesake is perhaps obvious: Kingsley Amis’s Lucky Jim, arguably the ur campus novel. It is also a novel awash in booze. These two details are not a coincidence. They even coincide in a drink, the recipe for which I am sharing with you today.
As Britain’s poet [...]
22 Feb
Baaaaahh!
Funky City, my adopted home town, hates Jesus. It belongs to the Fake America. To compensate for its lost souls, I listen to Handel’s Messiah all the year round. My favorite part of that oratorio is the “We like sheep” chorus. When I first heard it, I was maybe four, but not much shorter than [...]
1 Feb
Stupidly titled meme that no one asked me to participate in in the first place
Some months ago, a food meme inspired by a BBC bucket list with similarly stupid title spread through the internets. It is an illogical list, one that smacks of first-world privilege, one that indiscriminately includes twelve beverages (2, 18, 33, 35, 44, 45, 58, 59, 73, 76, 80, 99), three full meals (37, 56, 84), [...]
11 Jan
You know you’ve neglected your blog for a freakin long time when
. . . the calendar on your navigation menu points back to not a past month but a past year (then again, it is January)
. . . by the time anyone notices you’ve resumed posting, your great nation will have a new leader for whom you don’t need to apologize incessantly when you’re abroad
. . [...]
23 Jun
It must be my antipathy to neologisms
. . . but I missed my “blogoversary” yesterday. No matter, since, as I’ve written here before, this blog was actually created on April 1, 2007, a fitting date after which I posted a few entries (indeed, I was quite more prolific than I have been lately—sorry) before I was embarrassed enough about them to [...]
