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Read in 2009

Jose Saramago / Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis
Thomas Mann / The Magic Mountain
Mikhail Bulgakov / The Master and Margarita
Cormac McCarthy / The Crossing
Graham Greene / The Power and the Glory
Virginia Woolf / Mrs. Dalloway
Bill Davis / Mass Appeal
Chris Adrian / A Better Angel
Nam Le / The Boat
William Gass / Tests of Time
Haruki Murakami / Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
Colson Whitehead / Sag Harbor
Karen Russell / St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Virginia Woolf / Orlando
Walker Percy / The Moviegoer
Michael Ondaatje / In The Skin of A Lion
Nicole Krauss / Man Walks Into a Room
James Joyce / Ulysses
Steig Larsson / Girl With the Dragon Tattoo
Nicholas Christopher / A Trip to the Stars
Randall Jarrell / No Other Book
William Gass / Habitations of the Word
Paul Bowles / Collected Stories
Franz Kafka / Zurau Aphorisms
Italo Calvino / Hermit in Paris
Thomas Pynchon / Inherent Vice
Lorrie Moore / Self Help
Clarice Lispector / Near to the Wild Heart
Italo Calvino / If On A Winter's Night A Traveler
Aleksander Hemon / The Lazarus Project
Steig Larsson / The Girl Who Played With Fire
Sarah Hall / How to Paint a Dead Man
Dave Eggers / Zeitoun
Steig Larsson / The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest
Haruki Murakami / Kafka on the Shore

16 December

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In which a Sony commercial during the Giants game produces awkward conversation...

Matt: Who is that woman on the left? No one knows who that is. It’s Justin Timberlake, Peyton, and the little girl on the right is from the Windows commercials.
Me: She’s internet famous. She has a blog and whatever.
Matt: Oh you read her blog?
Me: No. Definitely not.
Matt: So how do you know who she is then?
Me: [sheeeeee-it…]

Tags:   #I really really don't follow her #I only know who she is by tumblr osmosis


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GPOYW (Poor use of the label-maker edition)

GPOYW (Poor use of the label-maker edition)

15 December

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It says 8pm til question mark. That means we don’t even know when it ends.

— JD on Scrubs.


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There are still new Tiger mistresses being revealed each day? Is this a news story or an advent calendar?

Tags:   #what a jerk


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gregbrown:

Snow at night is the best.

It definitely is.

gregbrown:

Snow at night is the best.

It definitely is.


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When I was 20 someone once mistakenly thought my name was Ryan Klesko, like the ballplayer. The name stuck. I can’t even tell you how many people have listed in their phones under that name. Hence when my friends made everyone stockings for Sunday night’s Friendsgiving™, this one was mine.

When I was 20 someone once mistakenly thought my name was Ryan Klesko, like the ballplayer. The name stuck. I can’t even tell you how many people have listed in their phones under that name. Hence when my friends made everyone stockings for Sunday night’s Friendsgiving™, this one was mine.


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The Temptations ~ Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer

14 December

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Maturity, as I conceived it, was recognizing what was bad or peculiar in life, admitting it has to stay that way, and going ahead with the best of things.

— Richard Ford, The Sportswriter (via jennabee)


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Usher Vs. Los Campesinos! ~ The Year This Club Broke (My Heart)

Tags:   #wow thats some ugly album art


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I pretended to work like others from morning to evening, but I was absent,
dedicated to invisible countries.

— Czeslaw Milosz


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If the score of a game was 28-7 what would you call that?

A lopsided victory? A blowout?

Tags:   #this is not a question about sports


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For a long time, he communicated exclusively by answering machine. I would leave him a message at some point during the day—he didn’t answer the phone—and then, late at night, when I was no longer at my desk, he would leave a very long response on my voicemail. I didn’t take this personally—it was a quirk of his, and I think he was perhaps more open and direct speaking to a machine than he would have been speaking directly to another voice.

— Via GQ, Yes We Are Still Missing DFW

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