If only he could be back thinking like everybody else, once again the totally natural man instead of this riven charlatan of sincerity, an artless outer Swede and a tormented inner Swede, an easygoing, smiling sham Swede enshrouding the Swede buried alive. If only he could even faintly rconstitue the undivided oneness of existence that had made for his straighforward physical confidence and freedom before he became the father of an alleged murderer. If only he could be as unknowing as some people perceived him to be—if only he could be as perfectly simple as the legend of Swede Levov concocted by the hero-worshiping kids of his day.
Philip Roth. American Pastoral.
Haha great humor so funny but seriously fuck James Franco.
From the Law Offices of Post, Mott and Urn.
11 June 2013.
Transcribed and arranged by Nathaniel Heely.
Q: State your name for the record.
Nathaniel Heely: Nathaniel Heely.
Q: Is that your legal name?
NH: No sir, it’s a pen name.
Q: Why do you use a pen name?
My newest short story “Selected Transcripts…” is now my second piece that’s appeared in Revolver. It’s an obsessively over-meta piece of quirk wherein a fictionalization of myself is suing characters that are no longer doing what he tells them to do.
Artist recreates six famous cultural icons in one take (for the Sunday Times)
1. Auguste Rodin’s The Thinker (Le Penseur)
2. Forrest Gump (1994)
3. Mad Men (TV series, 2007)
4. Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam at the Sistine Chapel
5. Reservoir Dogs (1992)
6. Daft Punk
Like so much of the 90s this movie is not really about much. It’s mostly just rich people talking about rich people issues in the most academic, Marxist ways possible. The film is absolutely worthless without Chris Eigeman and once his character makes his exit with twenty plus minutes left it quickly fades with interest. However, along with Kicking and Screaming (1995), I’ve quickly become an Eigeman fan, regardless of the fact that he plays the same role in everything he does.
Shawn darkens the blind, puts on a tape of Moroccan trance music, lights a joss stick. “Are you ready?”
"Here it is—The Wisdom. Prepare to copy." She stays on her meditation mat despite herself. Breathing deeply, Shawn announces “‘Is what it is is…is it is what it is.’" Allowing a silence to fall, lengthy but maybe not as deep as the breaths he’s taking. "Got that?"
"That’s The Wisdom, repeat it back."
"Sighing pointedly, she complies, adding, "Depending of course what your definition of the word ‘is’ is."
Bleeding Edge. Thomas Pynchon.
Abed Nadir. Community.
Also something that God probably says every time someone asks him for divine intervention.