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meanderings through a world-weary synapse: HOLYMOTHEROFINDIANAJONESI'MGOINGTOSTARTABUSINESS!
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Last-minute thwarted plans to see an old friend, two other possible events, probably constructive as well, but i opt for the third, which is, an improvised retreat to one of the time-honored U of T libraries to do a couple of hours work on my latest creative endeavour. A few hours later a phone call from Monsieur le Jp. a late show? We're standing at the northwest corner of Spadina and Bloor. Neither of these things is particularly unusual. I see a man cycle by.ON JP'S BICYCLE. It seems that this TOO.
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meanderings through a world-weary synapse: on book marketing.
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Miz R and i were discussing the fundamental flaws in book marketing the other day, and some doubts about its proficiency came up, nothing really new, but still worthy of mention, i think. So most of the time book sales start with book launches. people read in public and those that watch them, one would assume anyhow, get stoked enough that they want to buy the book so they can go home and.read it in private. ha. the covetted result is the opposite of the event itself. R and I agreed that the actual savin...
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meanderings through a world-weary synapse: Crowego
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EH, our new (and as yet unqueried as to prefered blog identity) Brick Office Sprite, proffered this to me today, after a recent discussion 'bout, (three guesses), books. It is SOOO rare that i like any poetry. unless it's ee cummings, Lewis Carroll, or from Stephen Crane's Black Riders, the best book of poetry EVER written. but this. Crow followed Ulysses until he turned. As a worm, which Crow ate. Grappling with Hercules' two puff-adders. He strangled in error Dejanira. Is an electrode in Crow's brain.
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tea and symphonies: a new human being.
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Marking the third installment of stef lenk's blogging of useless (but somehow still remarkable to her) antics and artwork. Friday, September 12, 2008. A new human being. So there has been radio silence, it is true. I've been drawing and drawing, and visiting Montreal, and drawing some more, and sorting and thinking, and strategizing my life. I haven't come up with much. I am a New Human Being. Skin, cells, and all. My seventh book, should we wish to include the little seen. All this said, it comes with a...
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meanderings through a world-weary synapse: word of the day.
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Word of the day. A few years ago i spent some of my time chasing around paltry pay cheques by doing extras work for film and all that. it was this word that prefaced every role description (so to speak) i got for work. when this was required, i was the first number on the list. And today, today, dear reader(s), i finally find out what it means. Today's Word: Funky (Adjective). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Are you there ideology? It's me, stef. View my complete profile. 11 down, 5 to go. Peripateti...
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meanderings through a world-weary synapse: Oswald Hall.
http://worldwearysynapse.blogspot.com/2005/04/oswald-hall.html
The following was written on the back of this gentleman's subscription renewal to Brick:. You recommend a 10 year subscription. That would end in 2015. I was born in 1908. There is a statistical possibility that i will reach the age of 207 but the probability is very remote! Oh Dear Dear Mister Oswald. This was my Very Favourite Part of the Entire Day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Are you there ideology? It's me, stef. View my complete profile. Bloooggg. Suuucckiiinggg. Mee. I. Form vs. line.
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meanderings through a world-weary synapse: Goodness.
http://worldwearysynapse.blogspot.com/2005/10/goodness.html
Things that linger in my mind about Goodness. Which opened last night at the Tarragon. But the one i woke up pondering this morning was the concept that perhaps people do evil as a consequence of an excess. You know, excess of Love of another person (infidelity). Excess of Love of possession (capitalism). Excess of Love of an idea/ideal (fascism/totalitarianism). Excess of Love of any one thing (addiction). Excess of Love of oneself/one's needs. (Inconsiderate/careless behaviour towards others). Shannon ...
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meanderings through a world-weary synapse: ex-lefties and suicide site guide to the city.
http://worldwearysynapse.blogspot.com/2005/03/ex-lefties-and-suicide-site-guide-to.html
Ex-lefties and suicide site guide to the city. I don't quite get this blogging thing. i mean, there's no index, no table of contents, no page numbers.so the other night, in a fit of distraction and lethargy to the tasks at hand, i Finally clicked on this"next blog" phenomenon in the upper right, to at last discover its purpose: the portal to a vast and random gagillion of other forrays into online-journaldom. I'm NOT saying i agree with this co-relation. But i find it thought provoking. We've been doing ...
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Courting the Terrible Master: TWENTY SIX DAYS
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Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Are you there ideology? It's me, stef. View my complete profile. My comics at Top Shelf 2.0. My books for sale on etsy. Tea and symphonies (2008). Steflenk blogs again. (06-07). Meanderings through a world-weary synapse (2005). I actually realized on Wednesday. I cannot remember where I read this. TED, pirate supplies, superheroes in Brooklyn, and. Better late than never(? Even if it is on a bull. TCAF: a roundup of sundry thoughts. Toronto Comic Arts Festival.
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Courting the Terrible Master: These days...
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Despite what it must look like, with my life as it is and such, ALL I WANT (no, really) is for weirdos and trainwrecks (and their possibly-normal-but-who-the-fuck-knows-really friends who I DON'T EVEN KNOW) to leave me alone. . Is it that I am marked for life in the weirdos and their "clever" ideas category? 160;How. How did I get this stigma. And to whom do I write a letter to get it removed. A bit of peace, and a bit of predictability, and a bit of foresight as well while I'm at it. . It's me, stef.