Mother Rooney of Titpea Street, that little fifty yards of dead-end crimped...– The late, great Barry Hannah, opening “Mother Rooney Unscrolls the Hurt,” the last story in his best book. The rhythm of these sentences is, of course, amazing, as is the imagery and the way each line scans. Go creep down North State with Mother Rooney; “Airships” is one of...
Social activity is quantified not to give us helpful information about ourselves...– @MarginalUtility on social media as a factory and all of us as a vast, unpaid proletariat. Fear the quantifier, in other words.
I’m a complete sucker for this kind of...