To be imagined in a Pikey accent, a la “Snatch.”
One image among many you can find right over here. Really fascinating stuff. It feels odd to say something like that I love that the name of the Nagasaki bomber was named “Bockscar” and to compare the spelling to an LOLcat, because immediately I start to think of the actual devastation it delivered. I just read, the other day, an account from someone who survived that terrible 1945, but I’ve read enough in the past few weeks I don’t remember where I saw it.
Regardless, those images are indelible.
WordPress has this new “Press It” function, which means any time I see something cool online, I hit this new tab in my bookmark bar and it automatically posts it.
So yeah, this should change things up a bit.
Like, check this out:
Forgot to mention:
Also, New picture at Imagery.
What? I told you I was going to get better about updating them. And I actually like how it all works when I maintain them all. Cross pollination, so to speak, or whathaveyou.
As you may or may not have noticed (if you read this on any regular basis), I became a little too busy in the past few weeks to keep up with Imagery and et cetera. But that’s okay; I got lots of pictures and even some videos from the road that I’ll be posting to the former on a more regular basis, and let’s face it, the publishing industry moves at a glacial enough pace that missing out on a couple of weeks of news doesn’t make much difference (NEWS: books were published! People read them! Some even liked some of them!).
But anyway, here’s a new picture at Imagery; it’s of my final image of USC.
And in et cetera, a couple of publishing manifestos from people contemplating the future of books, as well as the Los Angeles Times’ evisceration of James Frey’s new A Bright Shiny Morning, which sounds like it’s every bit as bad as A Million Little Pieces, only just not pretending to be true.
But finally, one of the reasons I think I’m going to be able to keep up better again; everything at USC is done, handed in, graded, and finalized. I got my final semester grades; I pulled a 3.8. Back when I was an undergraduate, that would have meant I graduated summa cum laude; I’m not sure if that’s the case in graduate school, but still, I’m happy with my performance. Two B+s on my transcript, but one came from Irvin Kerschner and the other came from Janet Fitch, and hell, that’s cool by me.
Now, on the other end of things, I have somewhat mixed feelings about most MFA writing programs, but I can honestly say that going to Los Angeles was one of the single greatest decisions I ever made in my life, and, I think, helped determine the future course of it. I’m in a ludicrous amount of debt and now have to figure out what I’m going to do with a degree in writing, of all things, but still, baby, while it lasted, it was one for the books.
In the meantime, off to class. Catch you on the flippy.