steamed dumpling: “Okay, tell me this, then. What if your message is predicated on, say, a healthy dose of intratextuality—and some of those hoping to interpret your text don’t have the requisite information to properly resignify the graphemes?” me: “What about it?” steamed dumpling: “Well, who is, you know, responsible for the breakdown in communication in that particular interpretive situation?” me: “Good question. If you pick up a hooker only
May 2005
In which I discuss hermeneutics with a leftover steamed dumpling from last night’s dim sum meal, 2
Were I not so secure in my masculinity, I’d find it worrisome that I literally giggled like a school girl trying on lipstick when I found out ‘License to Drive’ was being released on DVD for the first time this Tuesday.
Thankfully, though, I am. Secure in my own masculinity. So no worries.* **** update: Did I mention that I lift weights? Because I do.
Sometimes, being a superhero HURTS (updated to include even MORE HISSY-FITTEDNESS!)
Laurence Simon has now linked back to this site several times in an effort to make it clear to you (see update 1) that protein wisdom is no longer interesting or creative, and that I am a thin-skinned pile of ash with an empty ceramic cookie jar. Which is okay—Laurence is entitled to his opinions—though I must say that I find his need to publish his pronouncements and link them
The first set of 20 films that if you haven’t seen you should see immediately or risk having protein wisdom sneer at you like certain embarrassingly reactionary rightwing blogs sneer at homosexuals and minorities of all stripes
1970s, group 1 Three Days of the Condor (1975) The Parallax View (1974) Black Sunday (1977) The French Connection (1971) The French Connection II (1975) The Laughing Policeman (1973) Charley Varrick (1973) The Driver (1978) Walking Tall (1973) The Gauntlet (1977) Across 110th Street (1972) The Conversation (1974) Day of the Jackal (1973) Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974) Vanishing Point (1971) Get Carter (1971) Hard Times (1975)
