Problems with Food in 50 Shades -- Book 2 →
People seemed to really like my food analysis of the first book, so I looked at the second book. With much pent-up rage.
Vampire Prelude, or, real-life mogging
Can’t tell from the pictures, but the back has a solid panel, some light criss-crossed faux-corset ribbons, and detachable sash ties. Solid panel and ribbons are black on the black, red, and blue versions, unsure on white. I would probably not always wear the detachable bow at the waist. Black: The red on the roses look fun, but you miss out on detailing contrasts since they’re all...
Roxane Gay is Spelled With One "N": Yes, Still... →
roxanegay: Another day, another Chris Brown drama. Yesterday, Jenny Johnson, a comedian I’d not heard of, got into an online spat with Chris Brown. They were both immature, and yes, she was taunting him so he taunted back. Stick your hand in a lion’s cage and you’re gonna get bit. Brown was particularly…
ANXIETY: When she experiences it, it's...
Finished reading Heroines by Kate Zambreno. Goes after academia, double standards, silenced wives of modernist authors, fascination with clothing/identity, exiled female experiences, time off from college and misdiagnoses, revisiting Anonymous is a Woman. It’s good. Still figuring out how I can have classical music as a hobby on my own terms, instead of measuring success based on how well I...
The Art of Conflict
The defeated seldom receive second chances. Too proud to use a cane, General Shandris Feathermoon limped down to the moonwell in the frail dawn, the constellations waning in the sky. She watched the first wave of Sentinels, still cobwebbed by sleep, practice their archery, as another division blearily hammered planks in the morning mist. On such a similar day, too recent for comfort, the naga...
antithesis: the myth of perfection
I submitted a final draft of my thesis to the department today for my masters. A few years back, I didn’t get far at all with my undergraduate thesis for a dual-major; I was declared mentally unfit to graduate on time because both bickering departments could not agree on anything in a time of budget and hiring cuts, and therefore my draft work was declared late because I did not receive a...
Frivolity, at the edge of a moral swamp, hears...
Laughter is not a sound one first associates with the halls of the venerated Boston Athanæum. Hushed pages turning, footsteps echoing on marble, gentle conversations. Yet, there was impish laughter coming from “Elegant Enigmas,” an exhibition solely dedicated to the peculiar artwork of Edward Gorey. The show must straddle two audiences: those piqued by Gorey who wish to learn more, and those...