November 17th, 2009 / 6:37 pm
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Blake Butler
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Crunk-okov
Life posted a bunch of photos of Nabokov goobin’ around back in the day. [via Rake’s Progress] Seems like a guy worth hanging around.
For some reason all I see is Jimmy Chen.
Hopefully this comparison will encourage Jimmy to parody the pictures by getting his partner to snap some shots of him in action. It’d be something to live for. Jimmy?
Jimmy?
Tags: Jimmy Chen, Nabokov
i think that net is for ensnaring 13 year old girls.
i think that net is for ensnaring 13 year old girls.
http://jimmychenchen.com/nabochen.html
http://jimmychenchen.com/nabochen.html
blake that fadiman book i lent you has an essay about butterfly catching, talks a lot about nabokov re same
blake that fadiman book i lent you has an essay about butterfly catching, talks a lot about nabokov re same
The Madonna Inn! My favorite. Giant steaks. Juicy.
Scary-good. Scary bathrooms.
The Madonna Inn! My favorite. Giant steaks. Juicy.
Scary-good. Scary bathrooms.
nice. i read a couple today. it is refreshing. thankye.
nice. i read a couple today. it is refreshing. thankye.
Nabokov is quite fancy, no?
Nabokov is quite fancy, no?
thought that was jacques tati for a min
thought that was jacques tati for a min
boner city
boner city
You’re right!
That’s the most “Tati” I’ve ever seen Vlad look. They appear rather kindred spirits, don’t they!? Charming! From head to toe!
Did you know Tati was born Jacques Tatischeff.
The Tatischeffs (also spelled Tatishchev) are a Russian noble family of Rurikid descent; Tati’s paternal grandfather, count Dimitriy Tatishchev (Дмитрий Татищев), was a Russian general and military attaché at the Russian embassy in Paris.
Thanks, Wikipedia.
You’re right!
That’s the most “Tati” I’ve ever seen Vlad look. They appear rather kindred spirits, don’t they!? Charming! From head to toe!
Did you know Tati was born Jacques Tatischeff.
The Tatischeffs (also spelled Tatishchev) are a Russian noble family of Rurikid descent; Tati’s paternal grandfather, count Dimitriy Tatishchev (Дмитрий Татищев), was a Russian general and military attaché at the Russian embassy in Paris.
Thanks, Wikipedia.
Looks like this would be a boring trip with a boring dude in the woods. nothing interesting about this at all.
Looks like this would be a boring trip with a boring dude in the woods. nothing interesting about this at all.
wikipedia is a good friend, rub its belly – it likes that
do you think tati and nabokovlad kicked it with joe stalin? natch, right?
do you exist on the internet mimi? we agree on important things
wikipedia is a good friend, rub its belly – it likes that
do you think tati and nabokovlad kicked it with joe stalin? natch, right?
do you exist on the internet mimi? we agree on important things
Very nice! Why I have to think about Barneys Cremaster, looking at these masterpieces?..
Very nice! Why I have to think about Barneys Cremaster, looking at these masterpieces?..
i came here looking for jimmy chen and sure enough
is it bad board form to say
attn: jc email me a po where i can send your copies of the 12 am too its done
sorry everyone if this post was boring
the birds/am thing up therre was pretty funny though
i think he’s a ntnl bk crtc crcle guy cough
i came here looking for jimmy chen and sure enough
is it bad board form to say
attn: jc email me a po where i can send your copies of the 12 am too its done
sorry everyone if this post was boring
the birds/am thing up therre was pretty funny though
i think he’s a ntnl bk crtc crcle guy cough
Guys didn’t work out much then, did they?
Which reminds me I need to go to the gym.
And not wear tight sweaters.
Or knee socks.
Or shorts.
Or carry nets to snare beautiful butterflies I will then kill and put pins in.
(Look at me! I’m a tough guy! I kill butterflies!)
Or hats to disguise my baldness.
I went to the university where Nabokov’s son taught Russian and Russian literature.
I know. Boring.
But what a drag to have a genius for a parent.
Especially a genius who, like, accomplished stuff.
Better a lazy or drunk one.
That way, no pressure.
@Reynard
I composed a nice reply to you and then lost it, shit, by accidentally swiping my hand across the scroll/click rectangular pad thingie on my new MacBook as I reached for my morning cuppa joe. Wha…???!!?
It was about V, Jacques, Joe, Amerika, “politics”, one’s youth, the beach, knickers and kneesocks etc etc etc and now it is gone forever. Dang it.
To answer your question about my existence elsewhere on the internets, I do have a by-invitation-only blog, but I’m not sure it’s worth reading by anyone but me. The persona and voice are different but still an expression of me. It’s mostly a combination of longing and ranting in heavily veiled language.
_Here_ I am mimi – my childhood nickname, actually. So it is really me. And I think it is significant, albeit completely incidental, that “mimi” = “me, me”. It is not intentional.
One of my all-time favorite literary characters is Meme from One Hundred Years of Solitude. She could levitate. When I read OHYoS oh so many years ago I pronounced the name “Meme” outloud-in-my-head as “mem” like the French word meaning “same”. Then a Spanish-speaking friend told me that OHYoS’s Remedios’ nickname “Meme” was pronounced “mimi”. (I kept calling her “Mem” when discussing the book with him.) That made me happy, somehow.
I like how the word “meme” now has meaning as a cultural phenomenon.
And I’m a big fan of Richard Dawkins.
(I have a tendency to go on and on. Don’t encourage me!)
Elsewhere I am different versions of myself. And I agree that we agree on certain things. You seem like an “open-minded” version, so we may agree as different versions, too.
I consider this, _all of this_, simply as self-expression.
@Reynard
I composed a nice reply to you and then lost it, shit, by accidentally swiping my hand across the scroll/click rectangular pad thingie on my new MacBook as I reached for my morning cuppa joe. Wha…???!!?
It was about V, Jacques, Joe, Amerika, “politics”, one’s youth, the beach, knickers and kneesocks etc etc etc and now it is gone forever. Dang it.
To answer your question about my existence elsewhere on the internets, I do have a by-invitation-only blog, but I’m not sure it’s worth reading by anyone but me. The persona and voice are different but still an expression of me. It’s mostly a combination of longing and ranting in heavily veiled language.
_Here_ I am mimi – my childhood nickname, actually. So it is really me. And I think it is significant, albeit completely incidental, that “mimi” = “me, me”. It is not intentional.
One of my all-time favorite literary characters is Meme from One Hundred Years of Solitude. She could levitate. When I read OHYoS oh so many years ago I pronounced the name “Meme” outloud-in-my-head as “mem” like the French word meaning “same”. Then a Spanish-speaking friend told me that OHYoS’s Remedios’ nickname “Meme” was pronounced “mimi”. (I kept calling her “Mem” when discussing the book with him.) That made me happy, somehow.
I like how the word “meme” now has meaning as a cultural phenomenon.
And I’m a big fan of Richard Dawkins.
(I have a tendency to go on and on. Don’t encourage me!)
Elsewhere I am different versions of myself. And I agree that we agree on certain things. You seem like an “open-minded” version, so we may agree as different versions, too.
I consider this, _all of this_, simply as self-expression.
Are you kidding?? I can’t think of a trip more interesting than tripping through the woods with a young Vladimir Nabokov, in knickers and kneesocks, butterfly net in hand.
(Actually, that’s not completely true. I can think of _lots_ of trips that could be interesting, but you get my point.)
Are you kidding?? I can’t think of a trip more interesting than tripping through the woods with a young Vladimir Nabokov, in knickers and kneesocks, butterfly net in hand.
(Actually, that’s not completely true. I can think of _lots_ of trips that could be interesting, but you get my point.)
well, keep it up!
well, keep it up!
I wish Jimmy would post something on this fucking blog. I keep wading.
I wish Jimmy would post something on this fucking blog. I keep wading.
door’s that way.
door’s that way.
jesse ball’s sequel
jesse ball’s sequel
I wasn’t kidding but I think you’ve convinced me. How you describe it and the actual picture are not in complete harmony in my mind but I’ll take how you describe it would be.
I wasn’t kidding but I think you’ve convinced me. How you describe it and the actual picture are not in complete harmony in my mind but I’ll take how you describe it would be.
Door? That’s cold.
Door? That’s cold.
Young? _Young_? What the hell was I thinking? Dude’s 59 years old in those photos.
Still, he _is_ wearing knickers and kneesocks, and he _does_ look youthy-magi-whimsical and trippy, to _me_.
And I like how he liked to write in a car (never knew that).
Best words from the photo captions: “…. splendid insincerity”
Young? _Young_? What the hell was I thinking? Dude’s 59 years old in those photos.
Still, he _is_ wearing knickers and kneesocks, and he _does_ look youthy-magi-whimsical and trippy, to _me_.
And I like how he liked to write in a car (never knew that).
Best words from the photo captions: “…. splendid insincerity”