star of stage, screen, and trampoline
The postscript to James Gleick’s excellent piece on information overload in New York is sadly perfect.
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Found by Guy Cimbalo in Brooklyn, NY
Gout: Don’t Trifle With it. If you never thought you’d live to hear Jim Belushi say, “crystallized uric acid” you were wrong!
I thought this was describing some to-do on the Brit Dancing with the Stars, featuring a cast of celebrities I’d never heard of. Apparently, all of these people (Maks! Hope! Len!) are American. Wow.
If I had the time, I would start cataloging these things. They’re remarkable.
The wonderfully named Vivian Riffelmacher supports a Chinese Communist Party style crackdown. Damn Germans.
I suppose that should have been self-evident, but I’m only realizing it now.
He wanted to believe it was true. He did believe it was true. But he also knew it wasn’t. Ferrie told him it didn’t matter, true or not. The thing that mattered was the rapture of the fear of believing.
It confirmed everything. It justified everything. Every violence and lie, every time he’d cheated on his wife. It allowed him to collapse inside, to melt toward awe and dread. That’s what Ferrie said. It explained his dreams. The Chinese caused his dreams. Every terror and queerness of sleep, every unspeakability - it is painted in China white.