November 2010
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My own mother doesn't know my blood type.
“When you were born, they didn’t tell me.” Further proof that I was adopted.
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Coffee with my man-friend, fall-in-New-York...
Stephen: I like your hair like that.
Me: Thanks, the bangs are new.
Stephen: Bangs? What are they?
Me: These pieces of hair here. Why, what do you guys call it?
Stephen: "Fringe." It's called fringe because it hangs like fringe.
Me: Oh, okay. That makes sense.
Stephen: Why do you call them that?
Me: I'm American. We don't make sense, Steve.
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You’re flying! You’re sitting in a chair in the sky. New York to California in...
– Louis C.K., Everything is Amazing and Nobody is Happy
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We have all entered a race to devour the largest volume of gratification before...
– Chuck Klosterman
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all theories like clichés shot to hell, all these small faces looking up beautiful and believing; I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard. we have narrowed it down to the butcherknife and the mockingbird. wish us luck.
- Bukowski
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Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or...
– Dave Eggers
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You can keep your distance, but please don't ever...
I’m going back to New York tomorrow, just for the week, and today I heard from my high school English teacher that one of our art teachers died. He thought that maybe I’d had him for Ceramics, but I only took Ceramics during my six weeks of high school in California. The whole thing is a big hole when I think about it. I can only come up with reasons why he should still be alive.
And...
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When people enter the kitchen, they often drag their childhoods in with them.
– Laurie Colwin, Home Cooking (via housingworksbookstore)
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"So thank you for letting me find out." →
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We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science and technology, in which...
– Carl Sagan (via crookedindifference)
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Low: just in time for the holidays. →
I don’t even need dinner!
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Baby.
Droid does, except when it doesn’t. All of my text messages got deleted in one fell swoop, for whatever reason, and I can’t have them back. I hate smartphones the way I hate DVDs for replacing videotapes (ignoring Blu-ray, which I don’t even believe in) - how I feel that these little improvements have too often made for major oversights. It’s because they can do more,...
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Some people we glimpse as chasm, briefly but deeply, even to the death of us....
– Denis Johnson, Already Dead
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I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.
– Oscar Wilde
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Meatballs for all. →
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65% said yes.
Open up the December issue of Alternative Press, turn to page 28, and look for my name on the right side of the page. “San Francisco, CA” looks good enough.
I wrote yes over no, because I’ve only ever been in one fan club and that fan club has felt like enough for over four years. And things change. I didn’t think I’d be inking my body with a rabbit at the age of 18....
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