Man of Letters: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

The purpose of this post is not so much to write my own review of the book (I read it many years ago and I’m left mostly with a fierce impression of quality) but instead to build out a more coherent link structure from my too longstanding goal to read all of the Modern Library novels.  You can see my progress at Herein, I Attempt to Become a Man of Letters.

Lolita is one of best books I’ve ever read not in terms of the content but in terms of prose.  No reasonable person could read the book and not commit a few lines to memory.  I even named a playlist after one of my favorite lines: She moved like a fair angel among horrible boschian cripples.

However, the thing which I would very much like to draw your attention to is this review of the book by Christopher Hitchens, which is absolutely spectacular.  I strongly recommend it.

The wikipedia article is also worth pursuing.  If you’re into it these are 185 covers of Lolita over 37 countries and 56 years.

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REPEATR: New List System

New Repeatr coming out todayish. I’m shifting the mailing list into google groups so sign up here if you want it.
https://groups.google.com/group/repeatr/subscribe

* I upgraded hosting on repeatr, feel free to share the link with friends.
* I have no idea why it says 1 email per day, but you know I only send these out once every few months.
* It’s kind of absurd that I’m trying to manage this list out of gmail.  I tried setting up another system but it wasn’t sending emails through to people.

Also there is always the REPEATR twitter https://twitter.com/repeatr

 

Heartwarming Email of the Day

from Ian ian@************.com
to Dustin wheatgrass@gmail.***
date Tue, Apr 27, 2010 at 10:45 PM
subject
Subscription?

I dunno if you read these, but I just thought you’d find it interesting that my college counselor referred me to your REPEATR list and blog. And after listening to Relaxing Music For Lobsters (or at least, some of it), I’m quite taken with this. So, subscribe me away, please.

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The Sad Panda Report {Lazers and Whomp Edition}

So I make these playlists for people called REPEATR. Google Reader (which is like the gmail of information collection) locks down all these super finished music blogs. I download the tracks and throw them into a folder on my hard drive called “_unsorted randomness.” When I am so inclined to listen to new music I grab a random chunk and rate them on a highly intricate five star system. Four stars means this may be good, listen again. Five stars means this track is awesome. Everything else gets deleted. This folder hovers between 20 and 30 gigs. The other day when I emptied my trash I noticed that I had about 27 extra gigs of space on my computer. doh, deleted unsorted randomness somehow. no big deal since I backup my stuff (which you should do too because sometimes brains get the stupids).

I plug in ye olde external drive and restore unsorted randomness but something seems amiss. yes, it turns out that I marked that folder as exempt from backups for some reason. so basically I have zero new music right now. SAD PANDA!!!

if you’ve ever enjoyed my playlists now is a really good time to send me some music.

if you’ve never checked out my playlists they are here

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[REPEATR] -> Reality is a Dish Best Served Wet

Yes, it’s time for the “music blog” part of this “blog” so gird your loins you dirty tiger, it’s time for another playlist!

No uncouth chaos here my good fellows and prancing madams, we are dealing solely in the deeply preposterous. Steve Neon, Discovery, George Lenton, Mount Sims, and Robot Koch all keeping their lamps in one submarine (if you’re picking up what I’m putting down).

No worries…it’s yours!
15 plates of absurdity served with a piping hot glass of what the fuck – 130mb

as a sidenote, I almost named this playlist “Roger Williamson and the Dutch Grand Prix Tragedy of 1973″ because this is an incredible story that really sticks with me. Seriously, check this out (and like, be serious about it. because It’s a tragedy you know? )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGtW9UgjeVI

and yes, I am aware that I am still behind on playlists for this year. perhaps you should send me music, are you familiar with the Five Hot Tracks System?
http://blog.titaniumdreads.com/?p=1626

//Dustin

For those unfamiliar, I run a mailing list called REPEATR where I post these playlists. It’s kind of informal but good for people not really into blogs or whatever. A bunch of people have been signing up lately and the playlist just clocked over 1000 active subscribers which is kind of cool (plus all the yahoos which don’t have a choice, mwah hahahaha). If you know someone who wants to subscribe just have them email me and I’ll add them. my email address is wheatgoddamngrass@gmail.com without the goddamn in the middle.

++The Reverse MacGuffin ++ {REPEATR}

MacGuffin

noun
: an object, event, or character in a film or story that serves to keep the plot in motion despite lacking intrinsic importance.

Like the glowing suitcase in Pulp Fiction, the letters of transit in Casablanca, or the rug in The Big Lebowski this playlist isn’t about the music itself but what happens because of it. Virtual boy, Radikal Guru, and Snowman are all trivial… but the plot would be lost without them.

In a 1966 interview Alfred Hitchcock , who invented the term, told this story:
“It might be a Scottish name, taken from a story about two men in a train. One man says, ‘What’s that package up there in the baggage rack?’ And the other answers, ‘Oh that’s a McGuffin.’ The first one asks, ‘What’s a McGuffin?’ ‘Well,’ the other man says, ‘It’s an apparatus for trapping lions in the Scottish Highlands.’ The first man says, ‘But there are no lions in the Scottish Highlands,’ and the other one answers ‘Well, then that’s no McGuffin!’ So you see, a McGuffin is nothing at all.”

20 Jaguars Trapped in the California Redwoods – 200mb

++ Love Can Defeat The World's Strongest Ninja ++ {REPEATR}

(Being hasty and reckless was definitely worth all the breathless moments.)

we are all a little weird and life’s a little weird and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

I am hopelessly enamored with Beats Antique, The Hood Internet, and NastyNasty to name a few. As Shakey remarked “If music be the food of love, play on.”

20 tracks of “and for just a moment, I swear we were endless” – 150 mb

if you can’t buy happiness, you may just have to steal it.
//TD

ps it is one thing to be a hopeless romantic, but entirely another to be a relentless fool.

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This was mailed out a few days ago and of course, notable awesome journalist and author, Anya Kamenetz has skewered my pithy remarks on love.

1) Ninjas aren’t typically known for their strength, but their cunning, is ‘world’s strongest ninja’ really damning with faint praise?
2) How does love defeat the ninja? Is this a battle between the personified force of Love and the ninja? Or are we talking about a rival ninja, perhaps a sexy lady ninja in red, seducing the “strongest” ninja such that the strongest ninja loses all will to fight, and all his murderous training is superseded by waves of oxytocin, dopamine and testosterone?
3) What about a puppy?
4)Suppose Love is disassociated into the twin forces of Friendship and Lust. Can either of them vanquish the ninja alone?

1) strong here is not used in the literal sense but means instead most dominant. Hence, the best ninja.
2) by constantly dominating the ninja’s thoughts so that it can’t focus on work (assassinating the shogun), other friends or leisure activities (sharpening shirukens). In the scenario in which there is a sexy lady ninja, she would thus assume the world’s strongest ninja mantle.
3) Any ninja could easily defeat a puppy. People who are in love with puppies may be displaying signs of stunted or traumatic emotional relationships with other people.
4) Friendship could not defeat any ninja, the mission comes before all else. Lust is too busy chasing tail to do anything productive.
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Additionally, this via Scientific American

A new study demonstrates that thinking about love–but not about sex–causes us to think more “globally,” making it easier to come up with new ideas…

The clever experiments demonstrated that love makes us think differently in that it triggers global processing, which in turn promotes creative thinking and interferes with analytic thinking. Thinking about sex, however, has the opposite effect: it triggers local processing, which in turn promotes analytic thinking and interferes with creativity.

Why does love make us think more globally? The researchers suggest that romantic love induces a long-term perspective, whereas sexual desire induces a short-term perspective. This is because love typically entails wishes and goals of prolonged attachment with a person, whereas sexual desire is typically focused on engaging in sexual activities in the “here and now”. Consistent with this idea, when the researchers asked people to imagine a romantic date or a casual sex encounter, they found that those who imagined dates imagined them as occurring farther into the future than those who imagined casual sex…

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Via National Geographic

The big news from the journal Science today is the discovery of the oldest human skeleton—a small-brained, 110-pound (50-kilogram) female of the species Ardipithecus ramidus, nicknamed “Ardi.” She lived in what is now Ethiopia 4.4 million years ago, which makes her over a million years older than the famous Lucy fossil, found in the same region 35 years ago.

Buried among the slew of papers about the new find is one about the creature’s sex life. It makes fascinating reading, especially if you like learning why human females don’t know when they are ovulating, and men lack the clacker-sized testicles and bristly penises sported by chimpanzees.

So why did her species become bipedal while it was still living partly in the trees, especially since walking on two legs is a much less efficient way of getting about?

According to Owen Lovejoy of Kent State University, it all comes down to food, and sex.

In apes—both modern apes and, presumably, the ancient ancestors of Ardipithecus—males find mates the good old-fashioned apish way: by fighting with other males for access to fertile females. Success, measured in number of offspring, goes to macho males with big sharp canine teeth who try to mate with as many ovulating females as possible. Sex is best done quickly—hence those penis bristles, which accelerate ejaculation—with the advantage to the male with big testicles carrying a heavy load of sperm. Among females, the winners are those who flaunt their fertility with swollen genitals or some other prominent display of ovulation, so those big alpha dudes will take notice and give them a tumble, providing a baby with his big alpha genes.

Let’s suppose that some lesser male, with poor little stubby canines, figures out that he can entice a fertile female into mating by bringing her some food. That sometimes happens among living chimpanzees, for instance when a female rewards a male for presenting her with a tasty gift of colobus monkey.

Among Ardipithecus’s ancestors, such a strategy could catch on if searching for food required a lot of time and exposure to predators. Males would be far more successful food-providers if they had their hands free to carry home loads of fruits and tubers—which would favor walking on two legs. Females would come to prefer good, steady providers with smaller canines over the big fierce-toothed ones who left as soon as they spot another fertile female. The results, says Lovejoy, are visible in Ardipithecus, which had small canines even in males and walked upright.

Lovejoy’s explanation for the origin of bipedalism thus comes down to the monogamous pair bond. Far from being a recent evolutionary innovation, as many people assume, he believes the behavior goes back all the way to near the beginning of our lineage some six million years ago.

But there is one other, essential piece to this puzzle that leaves no trace in the fossil record. If the female knew when she was fertile, she could basically cheat the system by taking all the food offered by her milquetoast of a provider, then cuckold him with a dominant male when she was ovulating, scoring the best of both worlds. The food-for-sex contract thus depends on what Lovejoy calls “the most unique human character”—ovulation that not only goes unannounced to the males of the group, but is concealed even from the female herself.

Regular meals, monogamy, and discretion—who would have thought our origins were so sedate?

:: Ardi’s Secret via Kimpossible via Google Reader ::

Let me also state that the title of this playlist is not a comment on my life. Nor is it an indicator of anything happening to me personally, merely an interesting name for a playlist that is both slightly poignant and a little bit silly. The observations contained in the mailing are drawn from my own life experience but do not apply to anyone in particular. If there were a playlist that was some sort of exposition on my current experience it would be only that I am slightly annoyed by the slow internet speeds on the lost coast.

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Heartwarming Email of the Day

from ********* <**********@gmail.com>
to w*h*e*a*t*g*r*a*s*s@gmail.com
date Tue, Sep 15, 2009 at 3:31 PM
mailed-by gmail.com

you may or may not remember me….we invaded the plushatorium friday
night and puddled out until you started
playing this amazing dubstep that reached through my ears and down my
spine and made my ass shake of its own volition. ******** is being a
turd and wouldn’t give me your email address but ******* is not a turd
and did. so i wanted to say hi and thank you. you were part of the
reason why all night long the four of us kept exclaiming “we win!” as
if burning man was some sort of sweepstakes. and for a moment, it was.

besos con queso.
*******

I just kicked out an intermezzo playlist called Radioactive Antimatter in honor of a conversation I had with Charles my first year at Burning Man back in 2002. Get it here. This playlist is special for people that read the blog because that conversation resulted in me purchasing RadioactiveAntimatter.com and more or less started my pleading with the world to assemble it’s (metaphorical) geodesic domes from the top down.

Ask Abraham Lincoln: What Fucking Jams? [Guest Blogging]

Dear Abraham Lincoln,

Good Sir, in light of your recent efforts seeking to speedily reunite the nation through a policy of generous reconciliation how would you propose that those from Ft. Sumpter to those at Appomattox shake their collective posteriors in good will?

Fondest Regards,
Mortimer Q. Huffalump

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Mr. Huffalump,

Thank You good sir, for penning my residence in these times of great upheaval. As a humble prairie lawyer I present, herein and via the wonders of dropbox, a miracle concoction of auditory delights that would unite even the most ardent secessionist in jiggery with a whoospy lunged copperhead.

This spectacle of resounding fortitude is not recommended for those countryfolk with torpid innards, the Brackets, or beard crickets.

Truly,
Abraham Lincoln

ps Stephen A. Douglas has a mulish bladder!

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