The Correspondence Fox

Jan 18

JOURNALISM

Matt Damon for life

Jan 17

Chicks with Swords

1792: Lady Almeria Braddock and Mrs Elphinstone; so called “petticoat duel”; Lady Almeria Braddock felt insulted by Mrs Elphinstone and challenged her to a duel in London’s Hyde Park after their genteel conversation turned to the subject of Lady Almeria’s true age. The ladies first exchanged pistol shots in which Lady Almeria’s hat was damaged. They then continued with swords until Mrs. Elphinstone received a wound to her arm and agreed to write Lady Almeria an apology.

Dec 17

What a sexy way to read books.

Dec 07

I don’t have anything to say, but I just wanted you to know that I’m smiling at you. You’re like, “That’s a big smile,” but I’m like, “I can make it bigger!” and I can — I can! — but you’ve turned away, so I go and stand right in front of you, showing you my smile. And if you close your eyes, I'll verrrry gently pull them open. I need you to SEE me! To see what kind of smiles I’m capable of. Megan T., Bloomington, IN

Dec 02

chuckhistory:

Dear JoaniePepperoni,

Apparently my long time Canadian wanderlust, @bjmcnugget, has taken it upon herself to make a mashed potatoes and gravy pizza. No word on how it tastes, and she didn’t bother to share any with me, but here is a photo of it. 

When she sends me a slice, I will taste it for Taste Test Tuesday. 

Wittgenstein and the art of car maintenance -

“there will be no returns”

Jul 21

Jul 20

In which the distance between the writer of the astoundingly lucid book review and the writer of the aforementioned, but unknowable book, reduces to naught -

“Brandon does give us some of that, but only the way a firing squad gives you a cigarette before it kills you”

Jul 15

“The Reader! You, dogged, uninsultable, print-orientated bastard, it’s you I’m addressing, who else, from inside this monstrous fiction. You’ve read me this far, then? Even this far? For what discreditable motive? How is it you don’t go to a movie, watch TV, stare at a wall, play tennis with a friend, make amorous advances to the person who comes to your mind when I speak of amorous advances? Can nothing surfeit, saturate you, turn you off? Where’s your shame?”

John Barth, Life Story