As your friend, let me remind you that it doesn't matter whether or not your shoes are tied. Remember, you know more about fashion than the rest of the world. You don't want to look like you're trying too hard.
And Hail to the Thief was as far you could get from an album by sell-outs. Which just goes to show, I know far more about music than the author.
Hmmm, do hipsters really care about Charles Bukowski's literary intent?
They are, Robb! By the way, upon further inspection, they're more of a pewter-metallic color.
Jenn, thanks for the tips. But because I don't like tripping over myself, I think I might just have to go Velcro. Or maybe buckles. And you're totally right--Hail to the Thief was hardly a sell-out album.
By the way my word verification for this comment was "hnszl". Can you say Derelique?
Heh. I didn't even think about relating Zoolander and hipsters. Forgive me, my brain works slowly after eight hours of not falling asleep at work.
And, Jenn, my street cred is pretty much subzero--I work in an office and wear dress shirts everyday. Oh yeah, and I cheer for the MUNI security to get fare avoiders. If I sold out any more, I'd be buying my CDs.
"[James Yeh is] probably one of the four or five best writers in the United States who hasn’t yet published a book."
--Kyle Minor, HTMLGIANT
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Nice words about my chapbook "9/16/10," cited as a notable story in Best American Nonrequired Reading 2011:
"Spit out in tense, hypnotic prose, James Yeh's Taiwanese-American kaddish can be read in the time it takes you to brush your teeth, but I'm going to bet you don't forget its sadness or its post-Brooklyn dread for a long, long time."
--Ed Park, author of Personal Days/a founding editor of the Believer "Yeh’s quiet meditation on death will sneak in and throw up a window in your soul with its intensity."
--Deb Olin Unferth, author of Revolutionand Minor Robberies
--Julia Jackson, Electric Literature's The Outlet blog
"An eight-page auto-bio zine that tells the story about James Yen [sic] being nervous about playing a show at a bar. A lot of it is about loneliness. There are only ten copies so I don’t know why I’m reviewing it."
James Yeh (born in 1982 in Anderson, South Carolina) is a writer, editor, and occasional DJ. His fiction appears in NOON, Fence, BOMB Magazine, Tin House,and PEN America, as well as several anthologies, and his nonfiction appears in VICE magazine, the Organist, 'SUP Magazine, the Rumpus, and the Faster Times. His chapbook, "9/16/10," published by Swill Children in 2010, was selected as a notable story in Best American Nonrequired Reading 2011. A recipient of fellowships from the MacDowell Colony and Columbia University, he was a 2011 Center for Fiction New York City Emerging Writers Fellow. He lives in Brooklyn, where he coedits Gigantic, and is at work on a novel. Freelance copy editor and proofreader by day. For queries, questions, or concerns, he may be reached at jamesyeh82 [at] gmail.com.
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Sorry, I was under a baguette. What?
While you're down there, Andrew, could you please tie my shoes? My jeans won't let me bend that far over.
Are those your metallic-silver Converse All-Stars that need tying?
As your friend, let me remind you that it doesn't matter whether or not your shoes are tied. Remember, you know more about fashion than the rest of the world. You don't want to look like you're trying too hard.
And Hail to the Thief was as far you could get from an album by sell-outs. Which just goes to show, I know far more about music than the author.
Hmmm, do hipsters really care about Charles Bukowski's literary intent?
They are, Robb! By the way, upon further inspection, they're more of a pewter-metallic color.
Jenn, thanks for the tips. But because I don't like tripping over myself, I think I might just have to go Velcro. Or maybe buckles. And you're totally right--Hail to the Thief was hardly a sell-out album.
By the way my word verification for this comment was "hnszl". Can you say Derelique?
PS. Have you ever seen the Misshapes' take on Cheers?
James, I'm going to need you to insert a sense of irony, stat. Ben Stiller is lowering your street cred by the second.
(but i still laughed ;))
Heh. I didn't even think about relating Zoolander and hipsters. Forgive me, my brain works slowly after eight hours of not falling asleep at work.
And, Jenn, my street cred is pretty much subzero--I work in an office and wear dress shirts everyday. Oh yeah, and I cheer for the MUNI security to get fare avoiders. If I sold out any more, I'd be buying my CDs.
Benny, I love the Hipster Handbook. The pictures are good. And to think, I'll be able to experience it firsthand in mere months!
I take my tips from Andrew Coulter Enright.
(The Hipster Handbook was outdated before they even published it.)
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