In conjunction with one of my resolutions (to read an article every day), I've decided I'm going to start doing a biweekly links dump, just to save interesting bits and bobs that I've read.
- LOOK, WE CAN EITHER STUDY FOR OUR LAW SCHOOL FINALS, OR WE CAN BRING ABOUT THE VIOLENT DISSOLUTION OF THE AMERICAN LEGAL SYSTEM – very much relevant to my life during exam season
- Linguistics of the amateur online review, which reminds me of my favorite series of reviews on the internet: Veet for Men (read somewhere where you can squawk freely in mingled horror and joy)
- Photographer explores the effects of Fukushima three years later
- The 5 best punctuation marks in history
- A Ralph Lauren-inspired holiday party
- Tilda Swinton in GQ
I ask her what the flowering vines are that cover her home, but darkness has fallen, the day has been long, and she can't remember their name. She promises to write me the moment she thinks of it, scribbling down my e-mail address. My hotel, a labyrinthine Scottish conference center plagued by a roaming bagpiper in a kilt, is just across the street.
We make loose plans to meet in the morning before my flight, plans I'm not convinced will transpire, but fifteen minutes later I get an e-mail.
please send me a message in a bottle or tied to a pigeon or even to the neck of my white hen, speckled jim, who disappears every night and i think must live nearer your windows tonight than ours..
sleep very well
ps creeping hydrangea (brain like wet cake)
When you send Tilda Swinton an e-mail, you receive an auto-reply: "Hello, I am away until 01/01/2070 and am unable to read your message."
But then, a few minutes later, another e-mail, with the subject line "If you see her, send her home." There's no text, just an image of "her": Speckled Jim, a gender-confused white hen with a red beak, roaming the green, green Scottish grass, whereabouts currently unknown.
- Danse Macabre: a scandal at the Bolshoi Ballet
- NPR First Listen: Belle and Sebastian, Girls In Peacetime Want To Dance