i would never presume to know enough about politics to blog about it in any way that makes sense, my rants about anarchy notwithstanding. (well. those just prove my point, don't they?) but today's events had me nursing a sullen rage as i sat at my work station all fucking day.
let's speak no more of it here, shall we?
instead, why don't you mosey on over to Nontrivial Pursuit and let my friend E. Cross Saltire tell you things about it:
http://nontrivialpursuit.blogspot.com
on the spinner: Nine Inch Nails, Year Zero.
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done with Alabaster. i wouldn't argue with the author herself, i'm sure reading it her way would provide a very different but nonetheless delightful experience; still, i strongly suggest reading these stories in the order in which they are presented. in this order, the narrative of Dancy Flammarion's life feels just that bit more off-kilter, disjointed like some abandoned, trampled myrmecine husk, more alienating and yet also more immediate; more akin, perhaps, to the reality in her head--just that bit stranger, more obscure, more mysterious. each fiery 'chapter' goes down like a shot of Green Fairy Tequila(tm), and moving backwards and forwards through and between them gives the book the heft and feel of some Goth Epic Tarantino concoction.
right. i seriously need to chill now.
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