Author Archives: Linnea

Death Warmed Over

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Albert York, Woman and Skeleton, 1967

Luckily there are no end of art images to give visual expression of my inner state (hint: I’m the one on the left). It will have to do as there are no appropriate images of “death warmed over” from a Google search–in fact, I recommend you not Google that. But now I’m rambling, so may I recommend:

This image of Albert York’s came from Art Inconnu, a blog where somebody knowledgeable showcases interesting art. I suggest you check it out while I wallow in self-pity.

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Sick

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Paperweight,  3 ½” x 2 ½”

Apparently this knick knack has a toothache, but its a close enough approximation of how I feel–swollen head and all.

My new mantra that I mutter as I walk around is: “I will not be sick” followed by (on the subway) “do not touch anything”. Let see how that works for me.

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Why it is OK brain cells die–from Nicholson Baker’s The Mezzanine

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I hope you enjoyed that passage as much as I did on my commute this morning. The third of Nicholson Baker’s books I’ve read, this one traces a man’s trip up an escalator in 134 pages. I’m only at Chapter 3, but nothing has happened yet. Rather it’s a discursive exploration of consciousness that’s I hope lives up to The Anthologist.

And next time you’re hungover, just say to yourself, “No, I don’t give a shit who introduced the sweet potato to North America.” (See point b)