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willdo:

Here’s to an incredible 2012, or at least an interesting one.

willdo:

Deck the Hall and Oates.

SATURDAY NIGHT IS ALSO ALRIGHT FOR DEBATING THE SPELLING OF ALL RIGHT, AS IT PERTAINS TO CORRECTNESS VS. THE SPELLING IN ELTON JOHN’S SATURDAY NIGHT’S ALRIGHT FOR FIGHTING, WHICH I WAS BRILLIANTLY PARODYING IN MY PREVIOUS POST

SATURDAY NIGHT’S ALRIGHT FOR LESSON PLANNING

peterwknox:

ronniebruce:stowedaway

If only.

Tom Scharpling directs video for The Ettes’ “Excuse.”  Tom’s already a legend for The Best Show on WFMU, but he’s putting together an excellent catalog of music videos.  Previously: Bottled in Cork, Moves, No Future Part Three

College First Reads

This caught my eye because these choices always catch my eye.  I wasn’t thrilled with my undergraduate school’s choices (I read Voltaire’s Candide for my Freshman year), not because they were terrible but because they never tried to invigorate the incoming student community.

I’ll be on the other side of things this Fall as I’m partly responsible for teaching the assigned book to my College Writing Seminar.

Strand's Curated Collections

Very cool idea — Strand gathers “curated collections” of favorite/influential books from notable working authors.  Currently available: Jennifer Egan, Gary Shteyngart, Art Spiegelman and others, with more coming soon.

I’ve been binging on Breaking Bad for the past week, and I was so knee-deep in it at one point that I thought I might catch-up in time to watch tonight’s new episode live.

I’m not there — not close, but also not far* — but it’s a weird feeling to be relieved that I didn’t accomplish something pretty ridiculous and pathetic.  On top of that, I also have this feeling that I’ve failed.  Rather than ruling it out and slowing down, I plowed forward and didn’t do it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bake a cake, eat three-quarters of it, then pat myself on the back (after I vomit, of course) for not eating the whole thing.

* The best way to explain is that I’m close enough that I won’t dare tell you what season/episode I’m on, as I can already feel you judging me.  STOP IT.