Kim Flournoy

My book group picked “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao” for their January book, and I realized after about the first chapter that I was spending all of my time in Wikipedia looking things up, and that based on some of my search results, other people reading this book were too. So I started writing things down, resulting in: The Annotated Notes and Translations for The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

Wow. I would make a joke, but all the good ones are already in the comments on that page… :(

I couldn’t agree more:

From The Chron:

“…toward the end of Prohibition, The Chronicle estimated that 6,000 speakeasies sold beer and liquor illegally in San Francisco. Enforcement of the liquor laws was so lax in the city that Shanty Malone’s bistro on Turk Street occasionally staged phony police raids to keep the customers amused.”

I remember mix tapes, how fun it was making them and what a delight it was getting them. It was torture waiting to get home and listen - one time I cajoled a tape player from the AV club and hid in the back corner of the school library to listen to a tape a boy had given me.

Here’s a terrific update on the concept: the USB Mix Tape, which purposely has space for only about an hour of music (unless you’re one of those freaks who rips albums at insanely high bit rates).