The Grenade

By the time I had to put dinner on the stove Wednesday evening, I was thinking a lot about what’s maybe the best line in the late, lamented television show Terriers, when Gretchen tells her interfering and uninformed ex-husband Hank, “You’re the live grenade in my life.”

Life On Dead Dog Farm

Of all the people in the world, the best and the worst are drawn to a dead dog, and most turn away. Only those with the purest of heart can feel its pain—and somewhere in between, the rest of us struggle.

Rabble Rousing

Several days ago Claire Willett noted that among the elite their elite “status cuts across all other demographic and ideological markers”, adding that the elite versus the rabble “is so much more important to them as a line of demarcation than any vector of ideology or belief or politics”. All of which, of course, was prompted by the mainstream hagiographic response to the death of a nazi.

Don’t Trade Your Original Voice

Somewhat to be expected when you repopulate your RSS reader with blogs after months of abstaining from attention paid to the blogosphere, as the links come in you end up reading a lot of blog posts about blogging, because whatever else this, that, or the other blogger posts about they’re nearly always also t some point blogging about blogging.

Boil Me, Mash Me, Stick Me In A Stew

The first thing that struck me about this research on gender was the person who supplied her gender as “meh”, because I once toyed with listing my pronouns as “meh/meh” but I was afraid people would misconstrue it as a pointed, wrongheaded criticism of providing your pronouns.

On Second Person Birds: From Shipyard To Library In Just Eighty Years

Live By The Human Sacrifice…

Oh, We Are Having The Em Dash Discourse

On Being Incomplete And Messy

The Curve