Richard Sherman is on it.
Michelle Dean, who I think is just…absurdly good…has this great thing about Edith Wharton and loneliness in Hazlitt, which, as you know, I also think is absurdly good.
If you menstruate and you use an app to track it (some of you can just move on, now) which one do you like? This article leads me to think that there are much prettier ones out there than mine.
This poor woman is dead, and the state continues to behave like a monstrous villain from a science-fiction movie.
Do not give public school students “ISN’T IT AMAZING WHAT THE _____________ HAS MADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” as a fill-in-the-blank and then get mad if they don’t put “LORD”:
When the outraged parents confronted Sabine Parish Superintendent Sara Ebarb about the incidents, she allegedly told them “this is the Bible belt” and that they “shouldn’t be offended” to “see God here.” Ebarb advised that C.C. should either change his faith or be transferred to another District school where “there are more Asians.”
A lovely piece in Poetry about Jane Freilicher and her friendships with Frank O’Hara and other fine people:
That same summer, Rivers was also staying out at Southampton, and he wrote a paean to Freilicher — an eight-page eclogue in which Ashbery, Koch, and Rivers take turns to praise Freilicher, who “fears beauty like a nun,” whose “silent power is rooted in reason,” who is “blessed with a brain” — a “queen who holds her court.” The last line in the poem is Freilicher’s voice, calling out to them: “John, Kenneth, Larry, / I have the coffee set.” There are many unpublished poems like Rivers’s in Freilicher’s papers, which are held at the Houghton Library at Harvard University. O’Hara, for instance, wrote a poem-portrait that was literally shaped to resemble her face. Koch, Ashbery, and Porter each wrote poems that were either about her or dedicated to her. “Jane thinks poems should end,” Koch writes, “not with a bang but a whimper; / The quiet demise of a thought she’d defend / As the meter gets limper and limper.” The massed intensity of these poems — no matter how much they verge on doggerel (or perhaps because they do so) — is the most persuasive indication of Freilicher’s effect on others. She inspired the gift of attention — uncritical, adoring attention. Freilicher would be the first person to admit herself nonplussed by the cause of this to-do.
How many men’s rights activists to change a lightbulb? Knock knock! This isn’t a knock knock joke… Yes but knock knock jokes happen too!
— Jennie Rigg (@miss_s_b) January 23, 2014
Yes, yes, you can talk about the ghost ship of cannibal rats here.
Gabrielle Union bathes in the blood of virgins, pass it on.
This had to happen. It had to be done. It is why we are all here.
Oh, okay, this link roundup is getting out of hand today, but there are so many great and important things!
ONE MORE: on WOC and blog sausage!
Update: The CBC is covering the terrible nursing home fire in Quebec around-the-clock, and the government is already talking about instituting national standards for sprinkler systems in group homes. Quebec has had an absolutely wretched time of it this last year or so, between the fire, the Lac-Mégantic train disaster and aggressive spring flooding.
