July 2011
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Here, now this is the part where you tell me what...
I was hoping I’d been wrong - I wasn’t. When she called to say that someone had broken into our basement - her basement, our soon-to-be basement - my heart got confused and woke up in my stomach. No, oh no, that knife wasn’t from one of my boxes, and a pair of her underwear got stolen. I wanted to disappear into the phone, escape from the basic cable trial coverage on TV, wrapped...
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“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are ‘It might have...”
– Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle
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June 2011
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You didn't wake me up; I remember wishing you had.
I have this image of you pumping gas running through my mind, and maybe it’s early morning or very late at night, however you slice it, and I’m frozen there. I remember it like I was there, like it was snowing, though it wasn’t, and I was in bed when it was happening. The times don’t match, nothing fits, but it’s still so real I swear I could reach out and touch it if...
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Apartment facts, via Craigslist. →
“Pets on a case by case basis: BRINE SHRIMP and Tamagotchis ONLY.”
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Live in NYC? Schizophrenic yet? →
This explains so much about my childhood.
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Not just hands - left hands.
It’s a bitch when you know who
the poem’s about, how it was written,
& whether or not it made the receiver
remember or momentarily reconsider,
how it was when you two
still shared an address.
You’re always late these days,
but I still read what you wrote,
what you say you only meant
to escape, expose, deliver,
though none of it’s true
because we all know
what it...
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Peggy Sang the Blues - Frank Turner.
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“I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was...”
– Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
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Freelancing was and continues to be one of my favorite ways to showcase writing skills and tailor shortcomings, however temporary or longstanding, but it’s also a scary sort of field trip into the world of writing (in my opinion). There’s no net, no cushion.
When I wrote about concerts, I tried to recall the atmosphere, the crowd, even the drunk guys who couldn’t stop singing...
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"She put the head on parade." →
“Covered in blood, she held the head high like a trophy, said police - her way of showing that she had delivered her own kind of justice to her attacker.”
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About the procedure (which I’ve wanted to write about for a while now):
It’s not glamorous or cool or inviting. It sucks you dry, completely, before it even considers returning you to the land of the living. And I mean that with my whole heart. If you’re having your septum fixed, it’s because you need it.
The surgery itself is anywhere from half an hour to an hour...
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Why it sucks so much but is the best thing ever to get a deviated septum fixed:
you get presents, like flowers and cards and coloring books
it’s cool to color when you’re 20 because you can’t go out
because you’re all gross and your face hurts for a while
until it doesn’t, and they do the big reveal at the office
and you’re thrilled that your freckles...
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For Jason, whoever you are, if ever you're reading...
What I like about New York is the heat, unbearable and bright as it can get, how it doesn’t bother to tone itself down. It doesn’t have to. I like buying two kebabs for eight bucks, a pair of earrings for five, and walking home from the train. For what is an otherwise overpriced city, it’s never overrated. New York may take and take, but it loves back with a whole heart. People...
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“I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“That girl gets to be Brad Pitt’s daughter! … Along with half the...”
– Mom (on Kerris Dorsey in Moneyball)
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A scary kind of famous. →
Checked in, checked out, went to see what it was...
It’s not over until you can get in the shower. The pain - the bruises, the swelling, no breath at all - is all there is until something else takes its place, whether it’s relief, fear, or acceptance. One of those is going to take over eventually. Even two days can feel like two years if they’re rough enough with you. But if you can just get through it, there is nothing better...
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