February 2012
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vrai-lean-uh: Weekend Vegetable Soup →
I don’t care WHAT this is called, I am not waiting until the weekend to make it. CAN’T WAIT
vrai-lean-uh:
I was sitting around on Friday, resigned to having a leftovers dinner, when all of a sudden I thought, Fuck this shit. I am making a vegetable soup using the ingredients we have at home.
I don’t know why I don’t do this more often. It was fantastic. In addition:
1. I used up...
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Boyle: Instinctively or reflexively, I did step up and Ronnie trampled right...
– from The Malice at the Palace: An oral history of the scariest moment in NBA history
This piece is just fantastic. I’m a sucker for an oral history and I’m a sucker for basketball so no matter what, I was going to love it, but this is a really stellar examination of how quickly an...
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I have just learned that in some parts of the UK, a sandwich is called a butty.
Now you know too!
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Teach a lady to recommend books and she will... →
There are certain books I recommend in a tic-like fashion, compulsively, with no regard for the social consequences of such behavior. If you have spent any time with me, either online or in person, it is unlikely that I have not already interrogated you about whether you have read Stoner, Clown Girl, Born To Run, The Gone-Away World, When You Reach Me, The Hottest Dishes of the Tartar Cuisine,...
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Anyway, it was a lie, because lack of time partly resulted from my choice of...
– page 51, Conversations With Mr. Prain by Joan Taylor
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At the Kenyon Review, Weston Cutter talks about... →
vol1brooklyn:
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Frustratingly, this conversation is dominating how people are talking about the book—as if D’Agata’s intransigence or Fingal’s over-the-topness about factual accuracy (does the color of the brick surrounding the hotel the young man threw himself from really really matter?) ultimately has anything to do with the serious questions the book’s trying to get us to...
In an age when there are no first-rate writers, I still wanted to prove that I...
– page 32 of THE FAT YEARS by Chan Koonchung
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