at the very least parties give you an alibi

You guys need to hurry and decide whether you hate or you love snobbery lol I’m tired of all this feigned hauteur from the same people conversant only in pop and low art

the arrival of emails is an offense

i love to put my hand in your hand, on your shoulder or elbow. i am always alighting a touch on an intimate, to train their attention on me or emphasize a point. this comes as a surprise to some

would love to read (commission?) an essay that reads M.I.A. closely, through time, as the principal of a scrambled esthetic project which roves and mutates perhaps without teleology, coherence, destiny—and yet some discernible arc. but then this is the sort of thing i always want

in new york city we have a wong kar wai retrospective once a week

Richard Brody is one of like three intellectuals remaining of the New Yorker's writing staff. Contrariness is not the mark of his prose--of his views--but dissidence, unorthodoxy, disdain for convention or truism. We should be so lucky to make such ruthless critique of everything

i did some discourse about the novel for @gawker

many thanks to Brandy Jensen for the brilliant edits!
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