Today, pondering the very odd choice of the word Spass in the title of the recently released German translation of Infinite Jest, I googled the background, and found several…
Oh, come on, for the love of something that you scriptwriting people actually love, your gnawed pencils, perhaps, or your iPhones with the witty applications. Not that I have any hope…
“If you root yourself to the ground, you can afford to be stupid.”
(P. Churchland, Neurophilosophy)
Die kleine Lache an der Ampel, die grade auf rot sprang, enthält…
More evidence is accumulating, and so to dispose some of the anxiety of soon having to leave the dear world of tennis, addiction and myths of feral babies, I take some time off the story…
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Ihr Mann, sagt die Krankenschwester, wolle seit Jahren ein Klappfahrrad kaufen. Er wolle sich gerne mehr bewegen, radeln sei da perfekt, nur seien normale Räder so sperrig, aber…
Die Schlange an der Bäckertheke ist ungeordnet und ähnelt mehr einem Insektenschwarm als einem Reptil, wartende Menschen blicken auf wartende Waren. Ich stelle mich am Schwarmrand auf,…
I hate to bitch. Okay, no, I love to bitch, but at least I can spare you my prefacing this newest complaint with the qualifier that the book is great. We’ve been over that ground, it’s…
Maybe it’s because I’m cranky today, maybe it is because the represenation, or lack thereof, of mathematics in popular and high culture is a constant annoyance to me. Or maybe it is…
