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treize64
03 May 2016 @ 01:16 am
And the Book That I Am Getting Paid To Write has finally reached 100 pages.

Shabba.
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Current Location: Sugar Hill
Current Music: Tremonti - Catching Fire
 
 
treize64
01 May 2016 @ 11:12 am
Friday night's haul.

I swore I was just gonna walk into that B&N on Union Square just to pass the time before a movie, but they had such a beautiful spread on the 3rd floor and well... #decolonizethecanon

I swore I was just gonna walk into that B&N on Union Square just to pass the time before a movie, but they had such a beautiful spread on the 3rd floor and well... #decolonizethecanon
 
 
Current Location: Sugar Hill
Current Music: Black Stone Cherry - Holding On...To Letting Go
 
 
treize64
01 May 2016 @ 11:02 am
There are no entries from last week. It is certainly not for lack of content. Rather, things had been moving so swiftly in a week so packed with life that there was little time for anything bigger than an Instagram post or a Facebook status update. But things seem to have slowed for the time being. A brief, non-comprehensive recap.

A week ago today (Apr. 24, to be exact), a girl took me to MoMA PS1 in Queens. It was warm enough that I could walk with jacket and hoodie unzipped and we could pass time lying on the grass beneath a massive Pepsi billboard by the waterfront, the very picture of a commercial, as envisioned by a post-Y2K Don Draper.

Two days later, Apr. 26, I learned I had passed the New York Bar Exam. The previous Saturday, Apr. 23, Beyoncé released her visual album Lemonade, which I and the Girl watched the night of the day I learned I had passed the bar. The day prior to the album's release, Friday, Apr. 22, I signed a book deal. The day before, Apr. 21, I learn that the English teacher who bought me my first pair of track spikes is retiring. And Prince dies.

A more detailed, elaborate post on the emotional tumult of the past 10 or so days should be forthcoming, but, even now, just reciting the events, I'm in need of a nap. April has been far from the cruelest month.
 
 
Current Location: Sugar Hill
Current Music: Taco Bell Spotify advertisement
 
 
 
treize64
-- The Hills Have I.P.'s: How an internet mapping glitch turned a random Kansas farm into a digital hell - Kashmir Hill, Fusion, Apr. 10, 2016

"There are lots more of these phantom IP houses. When Dave Maynor sent me that list of thousands of locations in the MaxMind database that have aberrantly high number of IP addresses associated with them, my colleague Kristen Brown and I called dozens of them. Many remain blissfully unaware that they’re living in an IP flood zone; they’d never had strangers show up on their doorstep. Apparently, the IP addresses attached to their homes haven’t yet been used for anything nefarious. Yet."

-- Why do people keep coming to this couple’s home looking for lost phones? - Kashmir Hill, Fusion, Jan. 21, 2016

"It started the first month that Christina Lee and Michael Saba started living together. An angry family came knocking at their door demanding the return of a stolen phone. Two months later, a group of friends came with the same request. One month, it happened four times. The visitors, who show up in the morning, afternoon, and in the middle of the night, sometimes accompanied by police officers, always say the same thing: their phone-tracking apps are telling them that their smartphones are in this house in a suburb of Atlanta."

-- In A Perpetual Present: The Strange Case of the Woman Who Can’t Remember Her Past—Or Imagine Her Future - Erika Hayasaki, Wired, Apr. 2016

"As it happens, McKinnon shares Green’s love of music. She even performs with a choral ensemble. Lyrics, melodies, and harmonies stick with her, thanks to her intact semantic memory. Similarly, she can tell you for a fact that three months ago, she sang a rendition of an old English folk song onstage—a solo. But only Green can supply the scene: how she strolled onto the stage alone and took her place in front of a piano. Green says her performance brought him close to tears. McKinnon thinks she must have felt a mixture of confidence and fear, but really she hasn’t the faintest idea."

-- I'm on the Kill List. This is what it feels like to be hunted by drones - Malik Jalal, The Independent, Apr. 12, 2016

"The third drone strike came on 6 October 2010. My friend Salim Khan invited me to dinner. I used my phone to call Salim to announce my arrival, and just before I got there a missile struck, instantly killing three people, including my cousin, Kaleem Ullah, a married man with children, and a mentally handicapped man. Again, none of the casualties were involved in extremism."
 
 
Current Location: the office
Current Music: M.I.A. - Rewear It
 
 
 
treize64
13 April 2016 @ 05:20 pm
A parody Kim Kardashian-Soren Kierkegaard Twitter account just retweeted a tweet from North Korea's official online news outlet about desperate Americans celebrating National Grilled Cheese Day in a futile attempt to make sense of lives barren of meaning and accomplishment.

What a time to be alive.
 
 
Current Music: Coheed and Cambria - Here We Are Juggernaut
 
 
treize64
13 April 2016 @ 12:09 pm
 
 
Current Location: the
Current Music: M.I.A. - Rewear It
 
 
treize64
12 April 2016 @ 11:30 pm
Meursault, contre-enquête - A ReviewCollapse )
 
 
Current Location: Zoe's
Current Music: Baroness - Eula
 
 
treize64
-- The Other France - George Packer, The New Yorker, Aug. 31, 2015

"For all their vitality, the banlieues feel isolated from the city, and from France itself. Parisians and tourists rarely visit them, and residents complain that journalists drop in only to report on car burnings and drug shootings. The suburb Clichy-sous-Bois—the scene, in 2005, of youth riots that spread across the country—has tried to raise revenue by offering a tour de banlieue for curious outsiders. Many suburban residents, meanwhile, never even think of going to Paris. Compared with American slums, the banlieues have relatively decent standards of housing and safety, but the psychological distance between the 93 and the Champs-Elysées can feel insuperable—much greater than that between the Bronx and Times Square. The apartment blocks in the cités, often arranged around a pharmacy, a convenience store, and a fast-food joint, look inward. Many have no street addresses, obvious points of entry, or places to park. The sense of separation is heightened by the names of the surrounding streets and schools, preserved from a historical France that has little connection to residents’ lives. The roads around Gros Saule—a drug-ridden cité where the police dare not enter—include Rue Henri Matisse and Rue Claude Debussy."

-- From Brighton to the battlefield: how four young Britons were drawn to jihad - Mark Townsend, The Guardian, Mar. 31, 2016

"Less than a week later, Einas was travelling on the number 27 bus from Brighton with Amer and his brothers when a group of youths surrounded them. Leaning towards the family the mob made throat slitting gestures and told them: “You are dead.” On 11 September, shortly after nightfall, a large group of youths congregated in the front garden, hurling bottles, bricks and stones at the house, smashing the dining room window. On 14 September, one of the twins received anonymous threats on Facebook and the Deghayes’s house and car were attacked again. On 22 September, when walking home from school, the twins were ambushed by a group wearing balaclavas. During the assault, Abdullah was stamped repeatedly on the head and kicked in the ribs."
 
 
Current Location: Sugar Hill
Current Music: Earshot - Someone
 
 
treize64
Nemesis: One Man and the Battle for Rio - A ReviewCollapse )
 
 
Current Location: Sugar Hill
Current Music: Evergreen Terrace - Chaney Can't Quite Riff Like Helmet's Page Hamilton