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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Disqus - Latest Comments for Nocturnes</title><link>http://disqus.com/by/Nocturnes/</link><description></description><atom:link href="http://disqus.com/Nocturnes/comments.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 22:24:52 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: Hey &amp;quot;Lost,&amp;quot; I Think I&amp;#039;m Breaking Up With You</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/94012695#comment-7994863</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Look, here's the problem.  Sawyer doesn't leave the toilet seat up anymore.  And Jack's shaved his beard in supplication to his new branding as Beta Male non-extraordinaire.  (Can anyone say 'Dawson' Seasons 2 - Finis now, Gen Why?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's not really the problem at all.  And you know it, Critic.  No matter how much eye-candy "Lost" may  throw my way I can see now  beyond its opaque foundation -- which, somehow, never washes off even when dipped, like a witch, head-first into water -- and there ain't no freckles in the sandbox.  Sassafrass has gone off on spring break and all that's left now is a box of stale Dharma Initiative Cereal.   And no matter how much we eat, Hurley and I ain't getting no satisfaction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're just getting fat from sitting on the couch.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 22:24:52 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Hey &amp;quot;Lost,&amp;quot; I Think I&amp;#039;m Breaking Up With You</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/94012695#comment-7977975</link><description>&lt;p&gt;BSG seems to attract a broad spectrum of fans, from my Psychology PhD student pal who is pop culturally illiterate to my attorney friends in Joisey to the B-burg hipster mileu.   Looking forward to seeing what all the fuss is about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes -- The Sopranos ended perfectly, even though I don't think it was quite as open-ended as one may think.  Remember when a character in a previous episode says that when you're wacked you don't know it, everything just goes blank.  Well...&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 12:08:35 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Nocturnes - Madame X in New York City: A more solitary...</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/93386990#comment-7899450</link><description>&lt;p&gt;A short story worthy of a blog entry, perchance?  I'd like to hear this story.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 09:31:04 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: BLOGut - I’d had a long slow afternoon, the store full of...</title><link>http://blogut.tumblr.com/post/92001806#comment-7813144</link><description>&lt;p&gt;And what a title for a tome that is more being than nothingness!  It certainly is weighty, though; I almost put a dent through my wall when I threw it across the room in college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That said, I do like his plays.  They prove the point of why philosophy should be taught through literature.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 23:40:46 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS - If you are lonely when you are alone, you are in...</title><link>http://everythinginmoderation.tumblr.com/post/76682532#comment-7813061</link><description>&lt;p&gt;“That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget” - Sartre&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 23:35:57 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: life as i know it... - there is a mystery ghost train following me around...</title><link>http://carolinek.tumblr.com/post/92621631#comment-7808151</link><description>&lt;p&gt;There's a ghost train-- aptly called the G -- that comes by my subway stop perhaps every other full moon.   The passengers are also super old; you've imagined they've been waiting for that train for a long time, and when it comes they're probably really pissed off.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 18:54:54 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: A Ghost Story Out of Season</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/92472307#comment-7801095</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I didn't "thew" anything; the ghost did.  You can blame everything on him.  I mean, didn't you know that ghosts are known for sneaking into text  in order to play pranks on their writers? You can only imagine what sorts of things they try on editrixes with masterful grammar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazingly, he snuck in there again to add the "r" . Perhaps in honor of one Ruth?&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 14:17:07 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: A Ghost Story Out of Season</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/92472307#comment-7800514</link><description>&lt;p&gt;At long last -- a thumbs up (erect, without any wavering or limpness) from the stoic critic.  &lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 13:53:05 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Nocturnes - I wrote an article about Burlesque vixen Angie Pontani and her show "This is Burlesque."  Just how sexy was it?</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/91550289#comment-7712982</link><description>&lt;p&gt;You actually summed it up exactly -- it's more kitsch and camp than titillation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where were all these rock star friends by the way when I was reviewing the show?  All I could see where bachelorettes and their handmaidens.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 09:32:45 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: No Exit</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/90247782#comment-7620911</link><description>&lt;p&gt;"But "Jesus on their tongues..." sounds infinitely more sexy than "spaghetti and dog-earred."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 22:22:28 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: No Exit</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/90247782#comment-7620612</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I believe they poop in heaven while checking themselves out in the mirror.  It's a rear view window kind of thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other things  I would also include in the "I never got" category: The band Fish, fans of Fish, goldfish that you win at the fair and then die a day later, 14 year old girls who sing Floyd songs about fishbowls, stream of conscious bloggers who coyly self-reference.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 22:04:08 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: No Exit</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/90247782#comment-7562298</link><description>&lt;p&gt;But what if it's Spaghetti and Nothingness and not just Being in Nothingness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And let's say that for some others (who shall not be named and who choose not to name themselves) that Morrissey is there too, eternally 25.  He's even eating dad's spaghetti, and he's metabolically immune.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and he has his shirt off.  "So I don't spill something on my threads," he says.  Aha.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 13:33:43 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: counting backwards</title><link>http://countingbackwards.tumblr.com/post/89067331#comment-7486632</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I think I am just jealous because I can't walk in flip flops.  Really, even when compared to juggling in spike heels, the task approaches impossibility. &lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 00:26:56 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: I am not a New Yorker.</title><link>http://kirklove.tumblr.com/post/89476791#comment-7485883</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Non-New Yorkers are the quintessential New Yorkers.  I think of NY as a collection of  transplants, so many of whom are genuinely curious and impassioned about being here.   This makes New York a more interesting -- and curious -- place to live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I say this as a thoroughly jaded native New Yorker.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:48:03 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: counting backwards</title><link>http://countingbackwards.tumblr.com/post/89067331#comment-7485729</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Agreed -- I always make a flop in flip-flops, especially  when I try to joke about them.    &lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:39:09 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: counting backwards</title><link>http://countingbackwards.tumblr.com/post/89480297#comment-7485644</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The yellow boxes seem so peaked next to their more brazen counterparts; I almost want to make them over with crayon.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:34:30 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Twitterbugs and Turrets</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/85978566#comment-7169771</link><description>&lt;p&gt;A Freudian analysis of my nightmare might reveal that I am more afraid of Vampire Weekend fans than the band itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all, the band is just an innocuous bunch of mollycoddled ivy leaguers. The fans just applied (emoticon).&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 11:30:13 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Unburying The Lead</title><link>http://unburyingthelead.tumblr.com/post/80518938#comment-7077107</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Thanks for your comment to my comment, Gina!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In so many of Nabokov's novel we have cages of some kind, whether they be physical (blindness in 'Laughter in the Dark") or existential ("Invitation to a Beheading," "Despair.")  Yet his novels often strike me more for their pyrotechnical displays of language rather than for their emotional pathos, which seems counterintuitive considering his themes (blindness, atomization, a life-sized jailhouse hell?-- pretty emotional stuff, but not so much so in Nabokov!). Novels like  "Lolita" and "The Real Life of Sebastian Knight" seem like exeptions rather than the rule in that they strike an emotional cord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong -- I still love Nabokov.  But perhaps just a little bit less than I used to.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 15:17:42 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Unburying The Lead</title><link>http://unburyingthelead.tumblr.com/post/80518938#comment-7075341</link><description>&lt;p&gt;When I first read this it inspired my own Nabokovian dorsal shiver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if you were to ask him though what that means -- are HH and Lo each in their own cages, for instance? -- he would probably just shrug and point out the window to a new taxonomy of butterfly.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 14:11:55 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The David Murray + the Internet</title><link>http://thedavidmurray.tumblr.com/post/78993631#comment-7070768</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Just as there are alternate universes, there are sometimes alternate interpretations.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 11:35:12 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: the ragbag - nabokov maps ulysses

 In 1969, Nabokov told an...</title><link>http://ragbag.tumblr.com/post/83798930#comment-7070711</link><description>&lt;p&gt;In the alternate universe of the blogosphere your reply hit my inbox at the same time Cincinnatus made a cameo on my blog.  An invitation: &lt;a href="http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/85209047/conversations-with-a-sociopath" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank" title="http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/85209047/conversations-with-a-sociopath"&gt;http://nocturnes.tumblr.com...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 11:33:19 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: the ragbag - nabokov maps ulysses

 In 1969, Nabokov told an...</title><link>http://ragbag.tumblr.com/post/83798930#comment-6971977</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Donating a liter of my spinal fluid to be present at this lecture would have indisposed me to even tip my hypothetical hat to Pynchon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That said, yeah, in an alternate universe -- perhaps in one of Van or Ada Veens' -  and with consciousness and note passing with Pynchon remaining a possibility  -- I'd take the spinal tap.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 22:21:19 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: David Manqué | Vladimir Nabokov’s annotated teaching copy of...</title><link>http://davidmanque.tumblr.com/post/79690271#comment-6971862</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Yes, I love this too.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 22:11:34 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: You Know You&amp;#039;re A Post-Modernist If:</title><link>http://nocturnes.tumblr.com/post/83472085#comment-6968461</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I think that 4. is either a falsehood or populated by ex-lit majors in denial. I should know -- I was a 4 too, and it was a major headache.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 19:22:56 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: conduit tumblog - from http://www.savethemusicfan.com/ 4) The music...</title><link>http://conduit.tumblr.com/post/81140790#comment-6961568</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The Virgin Megastore is closing.  I couldn't believe it until  I saw the mark downs ($5 for "The Love Guru" -- oh my) even though I knew it was coming.  My boss' kids watch movies now on slick-screened laptops and I betcha even Jane Austen would have herself a high-end model iPhone in order to text updates to her Facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leonora</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 15:10:53 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>