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Moravia, Alberto

Jewellery

Maybe I’m obsessing a little over the idea of tissue cultures, but I can’t help it – it’s my personality. But tissue culture and bedtime stories, of course! It takes me back to when I first discovered I could put the -expensive- mustard on my tofupups: prior to the discovery, it seems inconceivable, then suddenly nothing short of self-evident. And I’m being serious– how great that tissues are being cultured while being… cultured (I know. Please somebody, send me the Idiot’s Guide to Self-Restraint).

Is it like playing Mozart (or is it Brahms) to your unborn child? And do we know if tissues that are cultured while listening to literature podcasts turn out to be overachieving supertissues in much the same way? Have I revealed a consummate ignorance on tissue cultures yet, or mentioned that this is about the coolest thing I’ve heard of someone doing while listening to a podcast? And that the enthusiasm is sincere (though admittedly, maybe in part due to that ignorance I keep going on about?) Anyhow.

[*eh, you might be completely confounded over the nature of this little manic rave– see these comments or just listen:

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Landolfi, Tommaso

Gogol’s Wife

There might be times when you’re reading the newspaper and you sit up straight and say to yourself something exuberantly monologic, such as “HOLD THE PHONE, this is ACTUAL news, I need to remember where I was when I read this, which is RIGHT HERE” and then you take a mental inventory and make sure that twenty or thirty years from now, you’ll remember? Or, say, you’ll be at the cinema, and these days if you’re at the cinema you’ll be watching a television commercial before the film, and the commercial will be advertising the DVD for the film you’re -about to see,- and the voiceover guy will say “and featuring exclusive commentary from the Lead Grip for the first time ever and you’ll almost want to go and get this DVD rather than stay and watch it in surround-o-sound? Or, even, Miette will read you a podcast and get so excited over what she’s reading that she can’t contain herself, and you walk away thinking she might be reading directly to YOU?

Welcome to one of those times, a sit-up-and-check-yourself, world-premiere, excitable Miettevent. Enjoy.

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