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Slouching Towards Barnes and Noble

Speaking of Chris, he also has a post up–off of a post by Michael Berube in Crooked Timber–in response to some people who need literature to keep score:

And plus, every time a person reads it, a nut gets its wings. After finishing the novel, I recalled an entertaining post Michael Bérubé wrote at Crooked Timber, with one of his trademark post titles dropping coy references to hip and current musical groups so that the young people will find it relevant. The post discussed the usual bleatings by Conservative Academics that the Literary Canon is being eroded by the relentless inclusion of writers who have the temerity to be not-white, or not-male, or not-dead-since-before-the-bleaters-were-born, or some combination of the three. It’s an old argument, an evergreen, and yet no matter how many times the argument is made it never gets any more justifiable. Or for that matter more interesting.

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Epilogue, part one

Like Chris says, many bloggers are using this time to reflect on 2007 before it disappears forever. I’m sure there’s some selection bias at work, but I see a lot of entries about aftermath: a radical change in expectation and its effects. I’m coming back to blogging after more than a year of absence punctuated by the occasional post–even less consistent than I thought.

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Here’s a thought

When a quarterback has a sucky game, perhaps it’s because he sucked that day, not because his famous girlfriend was there and got some attention paid to her by the TV crews because she’s, you know, famous.

In fact, it’s highly unlikely that the quarterback noticed the TV coverage of his girlfriend, being out playing the damn game and all instead of watching it on TV.

But your opinion that the bitch is out of control and you wouldn’t let *your* bitch get out of control is noted.

Reminder: Feministe Portland Meet-Up TONIGHT!

We had a great time at the Seattle meet-up — thanks to everyone for coming out! I hope you had as much fun as I did. Now it’s Portland’s turn:

What: Feministe Portland Meet-Up
Who: Jill, Little Light, Jill’s family, and whoever else can make it!
When: Dec. 30th, 9pm
Where: Rontom’s, on E 6th and Burnside, right on the east side of the Burnside Bridge. The name isn’t on the outside of the bar, but it’s right on the corner of Burnside and 6th and there’s a picture of a man with a propeller backpack above the door.
Why: Because you love Feministe and want to party Portland-style.

Hope to see you there!

Your assistance needed!

A friend of mine is going to the type of New Year’s party where people usually start making resolutions. And she hates that sort of thing. So she’s decided to cut any earnestness off at the pass by offering Resolutions by Committee: a bag full of resolutions, the sillier the better, that people can draw out and act upon.

And I said I’d help her think of some, but I’m kind of out of ideas.

So, here’s where I need your help: can you think of any resolutions, silly but achievable, for this project? Slight embarrassment is fine; mortification is not.

Thanks!

Reminder: Feministe Seattle party tonight!

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“What is this crap?”
“I have no idea.”

Come join us for a night of beer, burgers and feminist revelry in the hometown of esteemed bloggers Holly and Jill. Anyone is invited, and none of us have ever met, so no worries if you’ve never commented or you feel like you don’t “know” us — all are welcome. The details:

What: Feministe Seattle Meet-Up
Who: Jill, Holly, and hopefully you!
When: Dec. 29th, 8:30pm
Where: Deluxe, 625 Broadway East.
Why: Because you love Feministe and want to party Seattle-style.

If someone is at the front, I’ll let them know where the Feministe party is, and you can ask them. Otherwise, look for the short girl with brown hair and a nose ring (that’s me). Chances are I will be wearing a gray dress. Hope to see you tonight!

Penis Soup

Spotted in the Hamburg Kunsthalle Art Gallery:

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For some reason, I saw it and thought of all of you.

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