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Do not watch Inherent Vice because you’ll just kill our buzz.
You might enjoy (#9) American Sniper, which is stylistically, thematically, politically its opposite.
We know Lynda Barry as a writer and cartoonist whose illustrated memoirs of growing up with her Filipino grandmother (with manananggal drawings!) are hilarious and heartbreaking. Ms Barry is also an assistant professor of interdisciplinary creativity in Wisconsin. Syllabus is a collection of class notes, drawings and syllabi from her early years of teaching. It’s a creativity workshop in convenient composition notebook form.
Translated into English and annotated by Benedict Anderson, Carlos Sardiña Galache and Ramon Guillermo, Ang Diablo sa Filipinas (1886) unfolds as a dialogue between Isabelo and his friend Gatmaitan. They hear that a directorcillo in Bulacan, well-known for his library, has died. (The directorcillos were the secretaries of the Spanish administrators. They handled all official documents, which made them very powerful in their towns.) Isabelo and Gatmaitan rush to the dead man’s house to ogle the local girls, enjoy the buffet at the wake, and look at the famous library. Of particular interest is the “Little Book”, said to possess magical powers.
But the Little Book manages to hide itself from the two men, and they end up passing the time by reading from the missionary chronicles they find in the library. For instance, there is Aduarte’s account of a demon that played pranks on men who went into the forest alone. This demon would bring the man some creatures who resembled women. These “women” would lure the man into some thick shrubs, where they proceeded to play pelota using him as their ball.
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Ooh, more Victorian monsters.
Is Billie Piper’s Irish accent still alive? The Bride of Frankenstein doesn’t talk, does she?
It’s an old cop trick to mask the smell.
The most insane deaths seen by an NYC medical examiner
by Maureen Callahan
When Judy Melinek was considering where to begin her career as a medical examiner — New York or LA? — she was given great advice.
“If you really want to learn forensic pathology, do a rotation in New York City,” her chief resident said. “All kinds of great ways to die there.”
Including, but not limited to: plummeting down a manhole, attack by egg-roll machine, miscalculating the tensile strength of cable cord and scaffolding collapse.
In Melinek’s first week on the job, the tone became clear. As one novice began describing the case of “a man who was shot by a lady,” Chief Medical Examiner Dr. Charles Seymour Hirsch corrected him.
“Shot by a woman,” Hirsch said. “Ladies don’t shoot people.”
Keep reading. Thanks to Jackie for this cheery Monday reading.