Martin Amis reviews Don DeLillo:
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2011/11/21/111121crbo_books_amis
Martin Amis reviews Don DeLillo:
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2011/11/21/111121crbo_books_amis
It was only fitting that I spent my college graduation day in the same state I spent much of college—sleep deprived and over-caffeinated.
Now that my 4 papers and 2 writing projects are done, I finally have time to tend to such matters as basic hygiene, a social life, and eating things besides Cheezits for dinner. And I can get going on reading and writing again.
I’m not gonna say it’s been a rough week, but I almost drank shampoo and poured my shower-beer on my hair. Then again, maybe Guiness would leave my hair smooth and silky.
Sometimes, I think this is life.
guys, I’m so stoned I forgot carrots are orange. Tis a good night.
I got on tumblr to procrastinate and accidentally did something towards writing my paper on dark matter detection.
Closing In On Dark Matter
When physicists and mathematicians want to get an idea into circulation before going through all the hoo-hah of peer-reviewed publication, they often post a paper on the arXiv server, where anyone who is curious can go and read it. Some arXiv papers turn out to be important, but much evaporates on closer inspection. Judging whether a new arXiv paper is one or the other can be extremely difficult. That is certainly the case with physicist Christoph Weniger’s paper, “A Tentative Gamma-Ray Line from Dark Matter Annihilation at the Fermi Large Area Telescope,” posted on April 12, on dark matter.
(Source: blogs.scientificamerican.com)
Edward Bellamy via The Frailest Thing
“So it’s like Forrest Gump, but with a fucked up dude.”
-Stoned sorority girl watching The Big Lebowski. (It was a weird night.)
http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/041712/
I think this is the internet in miniature.
By Bill Morris
While it was undoubtedly coined as a slur and is usually used as one, I’ve always seen it as a badge of honor for people who have chosen or been forced to live outside the chalk lines of middle-class respectability. In a sense, these are the purest American outlaws, which is…
This article makes me want to sit on the lawn and drink Stroh’s and walk around in the creek with my pants rolled up.
(Source: themillions.com)