For future reference:

My favourite thing is when people take big books and type long passages out of them for me to sprinkle in my papers…

Such as this guy did with the best book I read this year, John Law’s After Method: Mess in Social Science Research.

When I am researching a paper, I do this as well, and I am going to start posting them online.

For example:

Realities are not explained by the practices and beliefs but are instead produced in them. They are produced, and have a life, in relations. (p. 59)



Actor Network Theory summed up in one line!


Also, here are some pictures of people dressed in bannana costumes.


I love bananas!


I can’t leave them alone!

I’m crazy,


about bananas!


because banana’s ain’t got no bones!






Hot Chip: Boys From School

Hot Chip: Boys From School

I listened to this song many times early this summer, and listening to this again is sort of like inviting an old friend over for pie (a weak excuse to revive some blocked, distant trauma).

For some reason, I forgot. I saw the video on The Wedge a while back, and had to strain to remember the melody. I knew it, somewhere inside; never leaving, buried under hope for the future and statistics.

Whatever it was, it rises again to make me feel incredibly sad.

Now this song will have to share a distinct summer at the lake memory and a November blues and christmas lights up-too-early again memory.

Stop everything you are doing…

APPARENTLY the feud between PARIS HILTON and LINDSEY LOHAN has been heating up…

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(this is blatantly copy and pasted. I did not write a word of it)

Lindsay Lohan has accused her on-again-off-again rival Paris Hilton of hitting her for no reason at a party held at a mutual friend’s house in LA.

Sporting a bruise on her left arm, she made the astonishing claim to a camera crew that was waiting outside her Los Angeles hotel.

She said: “I’m saying this on tape. She hit me for no reason, apparently, at my friend’s house. I didn’t know she would be there and she hit me with a drink and poured it all over me. It hurts and it’s not OK.

“I’m sorry for everyone who thinks I’m crazy but I’m just trying to act.”

The more you know….

Explosions in the Sky

For those of you, like me, who are up at this ungodly hour writing about Jack Katz and wishing he never lived (…bastard), here is some night-time post-rock instrumental inspiration, in liquid form.

Explosions In The Sky: Welcome, Ghosts /Look Into The Air/A Song For Our Fathers/Memorial/Your Hand In Mine/A Poor Man’s Memory /Yasmin The Light

late hours, like gray hairs, are among the penalties of success”