psychosomatische leiden als einzige abwechslung

konkret 12/2005 > lars quadfasel in einer besprechung von gretel adornos & walter benjamins briefwechsel

flickr toys

halberhahn.

kiss off, belgrade

‘I look pregnant, don’t I?’ she said once, mournfully, in the Ghost shop. ‘No, you don’t,’ Justine says. ‘I do,’ said Ruth, ‘except it’s a tumour in my liver. Fucking cancer, it’s so fucking expensive,’ and then the story wanders on

lrb > jenny turner: special frocks [review von justine picardie: my mother's wedding dress]

marc jacobs holiday party

and I'm so hungry I could eat a book, though none are listed on this menu

stephen burt: six kind of noodles schön: mcSweeney's > sestinas

nyt magazine > kwame anthony appiah: the case for contamination

Lately, as if I don't have enough to worry about, with the deadline on various unkept 2005 resolutions fast upon me, I have begun obsessing about various aspects of my genital appearance. Take my labia minora, for instance.

nyt magazine > daphne merkin: our vaginas, ourselves

On the Proper Motives of Corporate Directors (Or, Why You Don't Want to Invite Homo Economicus to Join Your Board) (PDF)