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The Haruki Murakami cook book, apparently. Available only in Korean. Part of me wants it, but if I start down this road of strange, Murakami collectorism, I'll end up with a line of Japanese books I simply can't read. Ultimately, I imagine, I would be forced...

I really don't like Big Brother. It stems, I suppose, from the first season, when I watched an episode with C, and we spent half an hour watching the contestants paint a room. I was literally watching paint dry. After that, you couldn't convince me...

The high concept of Sunshine is a delicious madness: eight astronauts pilot a ship, Icarus II, to our dying sun where, once there, they will fling a massive explosive into its dying form in the hope that bombing the fuck out of it will kick...

Today, graduation. Note the gown, the cape, and the hat held in my hand. There's a degree there, too. In this photo is my mum, and she had a fine time with the whole thing, especially critiquing the clothes that people wore at graduation ceremony....

Abortionist Ann Lohman (a.k.a. Madame Restell) as imagined in the 13 March 1847 edition of the National Police Gazette. (I'm currently doing a bit of research for a grant application. So I pause in the middle of one project to start looking into the subject of...

At Parties, People Tell Me I'm Scary - It's brilliant. Brilliant? Totally. In, like, a real brilliance? Or a trash culture brilliance? Trash culture. Naturally. Don't give me your elitism, man. We're listening to the Die Hard song-- And you're dissing it. I'm not. You are. Okay. Maybe just a little. The movies weren't...

Okay, some changes happening round in the look of the blog. The old layout I was using had crapped out to such a point that it didn't allow embedding of flash or anything similar, so after about three or so attempts to link something, and...