The Miniature Wife

Roxane Gay is Spelled With One "N"

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When we read fiction, there’s an implicit negotiation between reader and writer. The writer is going to share a story that might not be at all plausible in places we don’t know filled with people we cannot ever know, but the writer will do their best to make you forget such impossibilities….

A lovely consideration of The Miniature Wife by Roxane Gay. Click through to read the full review.

Others have the world, for better or worse;
I have this half-dark, and the toil of verse.

—Jorge Luis Borges, from “On His Blindness” (via proustitute)

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Underwater It struck me as unbearably depressing that all our future work, all our ambitions and ideas, would ultimately result in a failed merman prototype and a presumably submerged and irrecoverable planet. Photo by Emily Raw. Story by Manuel Gonzales Read the full story here.

Underwater


It struck me as unbearably depressing that all our future work, all our ambitions and ideas, would ultimately result in a failed merman prototype and a presumably submerged and irrecoverable planet.

Photo by Emily Raw. Story by Manuel Gonzales

Read the full story here.

RAMPAGE The day they told him he was a robot was a strange day indeed. Photo by Emily Raw. Story by Manuel Gonzales. Read the full story here.

RAMPAGE

The day they told him he was a robot was a strange day indeed.

Photo by Emily Raw. Story by Manuel Gonzales.

Read the full story here.

Here I am presenting at a Pecha Kucha hosted by the lovely ad firm, McGarrah Jessee, during SXSW 2012, where I talk very quickly about my thoughts on storytelling and bats and tricking kids to like to write and robots. Sexy robots.

I’m going to file this one under: TERRARIUMS I REALLY ACTUALLY LOVE Although that buck looks more like a moose to me. fuckyournoguchicoffeetable: TERRARIUM TUESDAY Fuck your open air terrarium with tiny animal figurines.

I’m going to file this one under: TERRARIUMS I REALLY ACTUALLY LOVE

Although that buck looks more like a moose to me.

fuckyournoguchicoffeetable:

TERRARIUM TUESDAY

Fuck your open air terrarium with tiny animal figurines.

The Wildcraft

For the discerning pursuer of finer things of awesomeness, exhibit A: 

The Wildcraft: Poetry, Prose, Interviews & Hip-Hop from the Young Men at Turman Halfway House.

Listen to it at 91.7 fm (in Austin) or live-stream it at KOOP. Begins at 2pm CST. Created by Heather Jones and Louise Hanks, volunteers for Austin Bat Cave of an extraordinary caliber.

For many years I longed, or so I said, for an adult onesie, but that was before I had kids of my own, before I knew what an adult onesie might look like, might look like on me, and I have since corrected what I say I want so that it more carefully fits the mental image of what I want, which are footie pajamas. Heidi has it right. Here is an adult onesie. I’m picturing myself in it even now…

heidijulavits:

MY NEW ROMP’R

Described by others as an adult onesie.

bostonreview: “Marilyn Monroe learned the Mocambo, a popular Hollywood nightclub, would not book Ella Fitzgerald because she was black. Marilyn phoned the manager and told him she would reserve a front row table every night Ella performed there, knowing that her presence would get a lot of press and publicity for the club. Soon, Ella became the first African American to perform at the Mocambo, and as promised, Marilyn was seated up front to enjoy her favorite singer.” — Frank Beacham

bostonreview:

“Marilyn Monroe learned the Mocambo, a popular Hollywood nightclub, would not book Ella Fitzgerald because she was black. Marilyn phoned the manager and told him she would reserve a front row table every night Ella performed there, knowing that her presence would get a lot of press and publicity for the club. Soon, Ella became the first African American to perform at the Mocambo, and as promised, Marilyn was seated up front to enjoy her favorite singer.” — Frank Beacham