In Which We Reconcile the Public and the Private And Find Time For The Wednesday Links You Have Come To Depend On Us For

Turn and Face the Strain

by Alex Carnevale

You’ll notice changes big and small happening at This Recording over the next couple of weeks. Molly has finally woken up from her hibernation, during which we processed her dreams and fantasies directly as essais. Our new senior editor Rebecca Wiener is alternating gchatting me up with messages like “if you post another picture of me on the facebook, i’m going to tell molly you claim to have invented betch” and improving all aspects of your aural and visual experience here at TR. Danish is probably also still alive.

One of the changes our new intern Barclay pitched to me in his interview was that the site had to have an Alex Carnevale photoset. Barclay’s a fan, and can you blame him? From the right angle, I sort of look like a gentile, which is more than you can say for our new senior editor.

JK Danish and Becca the newbies always get the short end of the stick. Barclay had to do my laundry today, he was none too pleased.

Anyway, my new photoset is up. It’s not going to get linked by Drunken Stepfather (by the way, he’s like the nicest guy in the world!!!!!!!) or Lindsayism (SO HOT RIGHT NOW) or even by lesser blogs like all 527 blogs The New York Times now has on its website after initially claiming that they would be the end of journalism.

I admit that this was another Barclay idea–he believes we can take on the Times, and that we can win.

More on the changes occurring here (Tess got hotter, how?) in this friday’s post, where I will probably expose myself to you all in a fashion most unbecoming.

Wednesday links take a different turn today. Many of you are writers, and we know you haven’t been sending out to lit mags that love story about that dude you met in Williamsburg who broke your heart. But you should, publishing stuff feels great and looks good on your college application. (Barclay’s early research has indicated that much of our audience is high-school based, so we’re just preaching to the choir here.)

Here are some places to send the best, the very best of your work:

“Wheels, No Engines” — Awesome New Republic (mp3)

You can buy the latest issue of Otoliths, in which I have a sweet poem, here.

Mark Young is the man.

As of September, Phoebe is accepting fiction and poetry submits. Art submissions, too.

Carve mag in Dallas is accepting short stories. Their staff is hawt, even though really, that’s not important.

Tom Koontz looks for poems, & his taste is eclectic.

Raging Face has no problem with simultaneous submissions.

Thieves Jargon has a manifesto:

If you have enjoyed any of the following writers, we might have something in common:

Tod A., Martin Amis, Paul Auster, Charles Bukowski, William S. Burroughs, Raymond Chandler, the Coen brothers, Roald Dahl, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, John Fante, Dashiell Hammett, Gibby Haynes, Andy Henion, Denis Johnson, Jeff T. Kane, Paul Kavanagh, Delphine Lecompte, James Lineberger, Cormac McCarthy, Hubert Selby, Jr., Hunter S. Thompson, Jim Thompson, Tom Waits, Alan Weisbecker, John Welter.

Don’t know who that is, yes, no, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, no, don’t know who that is, yes, don’t know who that is, don’t know who that is, no, don’t know who that is, don’t know who that is, don’t know who that is, no, yes, yes, yes, yes, don’t know who that is, no.

Gibby Haynes

Steel City is pretty Pittsburgh-centric, but hey, you could give it a try.

63 Channels is doing a print project that they are now accepting submissions for.

Anderbo is a nice zine.

Cadillac Cicatrix looks for video, plus the usual.

Check out Fiction Warehouse.

Our Stories has solid web design in their favor.

Really good index of lit mags. They’re like children, they’re constantly being born, and they never get quite enough sustenance.

Pindeldyboz is open for web submits, closed for print ones.

Ditto for MonkeyBicycle.

This is a good enough time to announce that This Recording is now open for submissions. Obviously you should have read every single post in our archive before submitting, that is a hard rule. You can e-mail your submits to Barclay at barclay.memphis [at] gmail.com.

Alex Carnevale is the editor of This Recording. He lives in Manhattan.

“Breathe” — Anna Nalick (mp3)

“Don’t Let It Bring You Down” — Annie Lennox (mp3)

“Running/Returning” — Akron/Family (mp3)

Hubert Selby, Jr.

LINKS YOU CAN WRAP YOUR MIND AROUND

Madison Square Garden is the most dysfunctional gross organization there is.

Dude gets killed during dice game.

We had a ball at the Good Magazine party on Saturday, thanks Morgan and Zach!

Rachel Bilson and Hayden Christiansen, ew.

Autistic boy goes to school!

I was on the train and this really condescending white dude was talking to a black guy about how the song ‘Amazing Grace’ was written by a white slavemaster who saw the light about slavery. Actually, it’s tough to be more wrong about that. White people, can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

Hillary is the fundraising madwoman.

Largehearted Boy on Carol Bui.

Congrats our girl Jess on her new gig. We will shush in case it’s a secret. You can find her entry in the Adolescence series here.

Hilarious article on my friend Kevin Goldstein.

This is pretty wild.

OMG, we love the Handsome Furs too!

Shoes for Work hits up the new releases of the day.

Comfort Radio jumps on the Simian Mobile Disco bandwagon.

Here’s a link that keeps on giving:

If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.

People are less alike than previously believed.

BLOGS WE ARE INSIDE OF IN OUR SWEET DREAMS

Green April.

Timedoor is huge now.

Dusted, especially BY.

Pocket Change

Torture Garden

PREVIOUSLY ON THIS RECORDING

I tackled the hard subject of suicide. Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t? No?

Empathy: Its Origins and Consequences. Man that’s a hilarious title for a post. Barclay, link that shit up in my profile.

Ed Koch made us laugh so hard and for so long.

Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them do not. Miss them do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is.

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