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August 22, 2005
visit singapore, read singaporeist.
:)
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August 21, 2005
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
- Iron & Wine, "Such Great Heights"
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August 16, 2005
You're Alice's Adventures in Wonderland!
by Lewis Carroll
After stumbling down the wrong turn in life, you've had your mind
opened to a number of strange and curious things. As life grows curiouser and curiouser,
you have to ask yourself what's real and what's the picture of illusion. Little is coming
to your aid in discerning fantasy from fact, but the line between them is so blurry that
it's starting not to matter. Be careful around rabbit holes and those who smile to much,
and just avoid hat shops altogether.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
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August 15, 2005
Born Into Brothels, the exhibition, hits NYC.
NYT assesses some of the photos.
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August 14, 2005
| How You Life Your Life |
 You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you. You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly. You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable. |
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August 08, 2005
Rum at Four Months Old
For one bizarre and rare moment, he sat still and stared at me - long enough for a picture to be taken.
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August 07, 2005
American Un-Psycho
Shan once told me she met a guy at a party who claimed he went to school with Bret Easton Ellis. And that fell right into our definition of cool. He said Bret is sorta regular. Nothing psychotic, nothing out of the norm and definitive none-too-flashy.
NYT has a fabulous article that attempts to demystify a writer who refuses to be demystified. His books are always forcing the writer to think hard at what is real and not, but never able to fully come to a confident conclusion.
Well, he has a new book out, Lunar Park. And intertwined with the tragedy of two closed ones, it seems to have a more mellowed and sincere tone and less flashy than his other novels. Worth a reaD? I'm definitely gonna check it out.
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Being single. A heartfelt article on the loneliness of being single in our time. If you ask me, I think it applies to all of us.
Excerpt:
And yet, despite my proclamations advocating the single life, I confess it is entirely possible I am protesting too much. Because while I have found a way to be content being single, I have not fully eradicated my lifelong desire for a mate. I know this is a mixed message - I love being single/I want a partner - and it is the deepest conflict in my life.
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The Good Death
This week's New York Magazine deals with issues closest to my heart. Un-pop Culture, Mental Illness and Death. Sometimes I think I must be warped for such issues to pervade my study life and now, still, my bookshelf. But Everything Is Important.
Death - the removal of life - is already a humuliating defeat for humans. How does one then die, dignified?
If you ask me, I don't think a good death matters to the dying, but to those left behind - the living. We are a selfish bunch, arn't we?
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Post-Popism
I must say I was never a fan of pop culture. But in the emerging face of post-popism, I've learn to appreciate the pop culture of my parents' times. It's trash and more trash these days that become important to the people. The latest mobile phone ring-tone, the latest advertisement, the latest gadget even.
Will content ever matter again?
Posted by lainey at 10:37 AM | Comments (0)
The Face In The Mirror
Cojoined twin sisters become different in the face of mental illness. A read on how without the right treatment, mental illness can destroy life and who one can be.
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