MFA vs. CIA by Jennifer duBois

When I was twenty-three, I was hired by the CIA. I was working at a Catholic school at the time, coaching squash and teaching seventh-grade social studies—which was funny, since I had never before seen a squash game before and was not even so much as a lapsed Catholic. I lived behind the school in a former convent where the only consistently functioning lights were a pair of glowing red exit signs. My prevailing feeling that year was one of intense personal absurdity, and it was in this spirit that I applied to the CIA (I liked international relations, and who knew they had an online application?) and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop (I liked writing stories, and what the hell?). These things certainly didn’t make any less sense than coaching squash and living in a convent—though they weren’t really ambitions as much as gestures: reflections of my general hope that I would, someday, do something else. Each was something in between a dice roll and a delusion, a promissory note and a private joke to no one but myself.

Jazzmen, one, two, three… (81)

Chlorine Free – Arte Live@Dudelange – Black Bass


History Of A Boyscout by The Dave Brubeck Quartet


As The Sun Sets in Monaco – Laura Intravia


The Funky Knuckles playing „Barbosa”


Rock Candy Funk Party – We Want Groove




O nouă direcţie

După ştirile vehiculate ieri cred că se conturează o nouă direcţie dinspre Cotroceni:

  • Procurorul General să fie membru CSAT.

  • Şeful Informaţiilor Militare să fie numit de Preşedinte.

Mai vedem, mai analizăm.

Punct și virgulă

Punctuation in novels by Adam J Calhoun

Inspired by a series of posters, I wondered what did my favorite books look like without words. Can you tell them apart or are they all a-mush? In fact, they can be quite distinct. Take my all-time favorite book, Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner. It is dense prose stuffed with parentheticals. When placed next to a novel with more simplified prose — Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy — it is a stark difference (see above).