September 2008
7 posts
Two poems about bacon
Bacon Haiku
Bacon, my mistress, each crispy, salty strip a forbidden delight.
I Sing the Bacon Delicious
(With apologies to Walt Whitman) I sing the bacon delicious; Each lusty, sizzling strip consumes me, and I consume it; It will not release me from its glistening grip until I yield, grasp it in my greasy fingers, And take its porken form between my lips in succulent, decadent,...
RIP, DFW
As you may have heard, author David Foster Wallace apparently took his own life a couple of days ago. And while I can’t claim to have read many of his books (just one short story collection, actually), his influence on modern literary fiction cannot be denied.*
If there’s any silver lining to all of this, perhaps it’s that more people will actively seek out his work. As for me,...
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“Pocket Calculator” Demo
First early,...