Posts in the category “media”
nikhedonia, noun: The pleasure and satisfaction derived from the anticipation of success. A harmless indulgence, and a prudent one, too, since success comes only to some but nikhedonia is freely available to all.
“Off to golf so early, darling? Hadn’t you better have your little nikhedonia session first? You know how badly you play when your gummata are troubling you.”
from The Superior Person’s Book of Words, by Peter Bowler
All Around the World or the Myth of Fingerprints
In which I (hopefully) return to running regularly
The books we think we ought to read are poky, dull, and dry;
The books that we would like to read we are ashamed to buy;
The books that people talk about we never can recall;
And the books that people give us, oh, they’re the worst of all.
Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 – March 26, 1942)
To be clear, visiting any bar where a bloody dismemberment only warrants a temporary pause from the house band is a pretty bad idea …
The 10 Most Valuable Star Wars Action Figures
On an old obsession
Lost Your iTunes Music? You Can Get It Back.
How to recover lost iTunes tracks
Every month I get a worthless email from DirecTV touted as my “snapshot”. It’s just a marketing email with links to pay my bill!
It would be really awesome, though, if they actually sent me a summary of my viewing habits for the month instead. “You watched twelve hours of American Ninja Warrior,” for example. Or, “Your living room DVR played 37 hours of the smooth jazz music station this month.”
1984
The future is always closer than you think.
We have a lot of books in our house. They are our primary decorative motif — books in piles on the coffee table, framed book covers, books sorted into stacks on every available surface, and of course books on shelves along most walls. Besides the visible books, there are the boxes waiting in the wings, the basement books, the garage books, the storage locker books. They are a sort of insulation, soundproofing some walls. They function as furniture, they prop up sagging fixtures and disguised by quilts function as tables. The quantities and types of books are fluid, arriving like hysterical cousins in overnight shipping envelopes only to languish near the overflowing mail bench. Advance Reading Copies collect at beside, to be dutifully examined — to ignore them and read Henry James or Barbara Pym instead becomes a guilty pleasure. I can’t imagine home without an overflow of books. The point of books is to have way too many but to always feel you never have enough, or the right one at the right moment, but then sometimes to find you’d longed to fall asleep reading The Aspern Papers, and there it is.
Louise Erdrich