My attention span is shrinking but my heart is growing, haha: An interview with Stephen Tully Dierks
January 23rd, 2011 § 5 Comments
Stephen Tully Dierks reads ”What the Fuck Does ‘In Real Life’ Mean if You Live In Front of Your Computer?” for the Quickies reading series in Chicago.
This is part one of an interview series focusing on how the Internet is changing/affecting the “indie lit” world. Interviews will feature writers, editors, designers and other artists with a web presence. I recently spoke with Stephen Tully Dierks over gmail chat. Some spelling has been corrected and time stamps have been removed but abbreviations, punctuation and line breaks have been preserved to give an ~accurate account of what conducting an interview online looks like.
Stephen Tully Dierks is the editor of the print magazine Pop Serial, he also manages the magazine’s tumblr page, which promotes other work by Pop Serial contributors. Stephen lives in Chicago and has been published in New Wave Vomit, Thought Catalog and Metazen among other publications.
Frances E. Dinger: okay, i am ready when you are
Stephen Tully Dierks: oh hi
Frances: haha, hi
Stephen: i am in a group chat with ana michael and poncho haha
Frances: nice. what is the group chatting about?
Stephen: a spanish music video currently
i could pull double duty probably
we’re just being dumb
i am ready
born…ready « Read the rest of this entry »
10 books I read in 2010 that weren’t necessarily published in 2010 (but some that were) and some general notes on my impression of them
January 2nd, 2011 § 2 Comments
I Gave My Little Brother a Tao Lin Book for Christmas
December 31st, 2010 § 2 Comments
Spilt Milk – North American Hamsters by subbacultcha (lyrics from the first page of Richard Yates)
I gave my little brother Aaron a Tao Lin book for Christmas, which he accepted with a polite facial expression and said, “Bed” after unwrapping it halfway.
Mom said, “Ooh, cool book cover.”
I think the cover of Bed is supposed to be a purple Nessie on a field of baby blue, which I would presume is water. (I was trying to describe it to myself from memory but when I looked at the book cover, I realized my memory of the Nessie figure is a lot more detailed than the actual illustration and the sea-beast’s head is facing left instead of right. Right is right, as in correct.)
My little brother said, “I’ve been reading more.”
I said, “Yeah, I know. I wanted to take advantage of that. Or encourage that…. This guy is kind of weird but it’s good.”
“Cool. I like stuff like that.”
“Good.” I don’t know how to talk about literature with my brother.
We hugged when I opened his gift to me. The gift was a “statement necklace” with chunky flowers on it. My heterosexual brother is good at picking out jewelry for women ie: my mother and I. Aaron doesn’t have a girlfriend but he told me an Asian girl who was possibly flirting with him at a party the other night was “hot.” « Read the rest of this entry »

