A Parallax Reading of Roethke’s “My Papa’s Waltz”
On Abuse and Close and Distant Readings

Are you sick of parallax scrolling yet? You know, the way the foreground and background on a web page, iPhone screen, or Super Mario Brothers move at different speeds, giving the illusion of depth? Parallax scrolling is a gimmick. Take it away and not much changes. Your videogame might be a tad less immersive, but… Continue reading A Parallax Reading of Roethke’s “My Papa’s Waltz”On Abuse and Close and Distant Readings

The Best Spam. Ever.

Yesterday I received this bizarre spam, from someone "named" Solly Brit. The subject heading was "time card celibacy" and this nonsense phrase only hints at the random strings of English in the message, which reads like some methed-up computer-generated poetry slam: zest, detect pronoun imperfection and lens radically, in as historian disposable of rest home… Continue reading The Best Spam. Ever.

Terrorism Means Never Having to Say Your Sorry

I've been on the blogging equivalent of radio silence for several weeks now, waiting for my handlers to issue the code for me to go on active status. Last weekend was it: Vice President Dick Cheney shooting a 78 year-old man in the face with a shotgun. That was my signal. (Or, close enough: it… Continue reading Terrorism Means Never Having to Say Your Sorry

Irregular around the Margins

I've been a devoted follower of The Sopranos ever since I borrowed the entire first and second seasons on VHS from a friend, back in 2000. I've managed to see every episode since, even without having HBO, by begging, borrowing, and sometimes just showing up unannounced, uninvited at the right place at the right time.… Continue reading Irregular around the Margins