Phi Theta Kappa Seal
In which our hero offers, humbly, the essay version of a speech he planned to give to Edison’s PTK chapter last month; he was prevented from boring members, inductees, and their families to tears when his spine dissolved into sawdust. Posted so both interested PTK members can forward it to their homies in a DM tweet led by some hashtaggy version of tl;dr.
I was in a hurry to leave college. You’ll note, twenty years on, I was mostly unsuccessful. Given my haste, I never thought to petition an honorary society. Nor, I should add, did any invite me.
The apocalypse is sort of my literary beat, so I enjoyed this piece in The Appendix from Daniel Salas:
“Radio-frequency identification technology thus merely figures as the latest supposed harbinger of the end times in a culture obsessed with both the apocalypse and technology.”
Guest post by Steven Holland—killer, author & poet, ©2008
Velvet Goldmine (1998), Todd Haynes’ glittery, decadent tribute to the glittery, decadent glam rock scene of the early 1970s, revolves around Arthur Stuart (Christian Bale) and his obsession with rock star Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys Meyers), both as a starry-eyed fan in colorful 1974 London and as a disillusioned journalist in a bleak 1984 New York. Though Brian Slade and fellow rock idol Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor) are the ostensible central figures in this rock-n-roll drama, Arthur is the true center of the story, a situation which reflects one of the primary themes of Velvet Goldmine: the search for one’s identity in that of others. Arthur’s story, in fact, which may appear to be secondary through most of the picture, carries the film’s true dramatic power, in contrast to the trashy melodrama of the two rock stars.
Spent the morning of July 19th, 2014 read-searching St. Paul’s letter to the Romans, the Marquis de Sade’s Justine, and P.J. O’ Rourke’s All the Trouble in the World. Man, does writing fiction takes you to strange places.
None of these things is quite like the other…all of these things are not quite the same…
All…cultures…are founded on myths….The economic interpretation of history is for the birds. Economics itself is a function of aspiration.
Bowie’s vocal track for Ziggy Stardust, via Soundcloud. This made my week. Awesome.
He was the nazz, foo.
Author & Teacher Colette Sartor
Our third Digging up the Bones blurb has landed.
It’s from my ever-crush, Colette Sartor, an author whose loveliness is exceeded only by her talent, wisdom, and intellect.