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Friday, April 16, 2010

Rock Subway Map

This came recently over the wires from my friend Vince Neilstein at For anyone who's ever wondered how to get from the corner of Belle and Sebastian to the Avenue des Screaming Trees.

Subway Rock Map.

I think my own music's stops would be:

Oblivion - Gray line between Staind and Audioslave, or Red line after Mars Volta
Greenland - Blue line between Belle and Sebastian and Coldplay
Noble Three - some mysterious line that ran between Oasis and Sigur Ros
Tres Crow - next stop down from the Noble Three stop

Thursday, April 15, 2010

What about Horror?: In defense of the Other Genre

Peter Straub, bestselling author of about a billion books, defends Horror as not just the genre of hacks and troglodytes. Bravo, Pete. Go get 'em, tiger!

Read the essay here.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The end of the corner bookstore

I'm not gonna lie. This one hurts. Like nail gun to the scrotum kind of hurt. But thanks to Sameer Rahim of the Telegraph UK for at least talking about it so honestly.

Feel the burn here*.

*BTW this story does not in any way address shooting nails through scrotums so don't be afraid to click the link. It is about the myriad ways independent bookstores are getting the shaft, and how that shaft appeared in the first place.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Letter to the Netizen Posse of Red Hot Justice

By Kyle Hemmings

This is hard for me to talk about. I mean, take that video for instance, the one that got passed around so much on the net. The woman in the video is middle-aged and Asian. She's wearing a plaid blouse, black leather skirt, and thick, extra thick stilettos. You might be saying, uhm, maybe something here doesn’t match. Maybe you’re saying a middle-aged woman in these thick stilettos and maybe black nylons makes you feel weird, cause you want to picture her as someone conservative, and I’m thinking like you up to this point. But let me finish, MopMySoul, let me finish. So the woman is standing next to a river, a peaceful river, blue as the color of what I imagine your eyes to be, or like maybe the kind of girl I’ve been looking for online. Now get this. The woman, who could be your mom, a woman who ironed your dresses and waited patiently until you graduated with top honors from prep school, bends down and gently, I mean ever so gently, picks up this black and white Siamese cat. You watch this video, and uhm, you see how this cat, sleepy eyed and pampered, is looking straight at you, as if to say, Take me home, wouldn’t you? I’m just so cute. Okay. Okay. So then this woman throws this kitty down and stomps it to death with her stiletto. Oh, fuck, you say, as you back away from the computer. How could this woman do this? She looks so kind and ordinary, the way your mother always looked so kind and ordinary, certainly not a monster, or some animal killer with years of pent up rage. And so you, a member of a human flesh-engine, a renrou sousuo yinqing, will look for clues in this photo, something you and your other netizens can use to hunt her down, have her humiliated in public, have this kitty killer fired from her iron rice bowl of a government job that lasts until retirement and pays a pension until death. You will find that this woman lives in Jiamusi in the Heilougiiang Province and her name is Mingzhu. And you still can't fathom how this otherwise respectable woman could have done such a thing, a woman who resembles so closely your own mom. And I can't fathom it either. This was a woman who prepared meals for her family each day without fail, a woman who never lashed out at her husband, whose love dangled in front of her, always just out of reach, a woman who put up with the insults and negligence of her three grown children who moved to America. A woman just like someone you know. Like someone you know. You know...

Kyle Hemmings lives and works in New Jersey, where he skateboards, falls, and talks to absent-minded cab drivers. His work has been featured in Negative Suck, Blacklisted, Everyday Weirdness, and others.

Monday, April 12, 2010


Epigraphs are a phrase, quotation, or poem set at the beginning of a larger work. While it's generally understood that the epigraph is meant to be understood as a portion of the larger work, Andrew Tutt of The Millions asks in his essay "On Epigraphs" whether they are to be considered seperate from the text of the book, or whether they are part of the over-all experience? It is an extraordinarily interesting read on the shifting value authors and readers place on epigraphs.

You can read the essay here.