March 2012
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Updated: Albeit Tender. →
I currently can only see out of one eye. But I can type with both hands!
February 2012
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Cut the deck.
I keep wondering if this is just another ploy to get me to talk. You used to ask me about my days - how I spent them, salvaged them, how it felt to peddle cupcakes full-time. And now he asks about my days. But the questions are full, the answers empty, just another waiting game. It’s never my turn, but I’m still asked to make a move.
There’s no way it’s going to go well....
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“Are we bound or unbound? I have closed the loop only to have it come undone...”
– Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
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“So which is the lie? Hard or soft? Silence or time?”
– David Foster Wallace
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Today's missed connection. →
“Next time I’ll wear better socks.”
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Instagram, etc. →
I traded my old Droid for a new iPhone. Now I can post sepia-infused photos whenever!
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“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes...”
– Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
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Things I am giving up for lent (I mean, it sounds...
burritos
bar violence
describing people as “bangin’”
using “balls” as an “oh, shit” phrase
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Fire and Ice. →
I didn’t get into Robert Frost until a few years ago. He seems like a nice San Franciscan.
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What learning gastronomy has done to my metaphors.
I never meant for my happiness to compete with yours. That’s what I might have said, probably still could say, but won’t. I’ll bury it in the place where everything else wild, natural, and shameful gets buried: on a Friday, in a parallel universe, in a place where none of this ever happened. I hope that exists. I send whole events there all the time, always hoping I can get away...
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“There were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it, my little...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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Questions I wish I'd asked at the time: amateur...
who drinks Coke with breakfast?
who wears socks during sex?
who hates dessert?
who likes raisins?
who likes cats more than dogs?
who keeps cookies on their nightstand?
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“That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.”
– John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
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Dear Sugar. →
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“How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally...”
– David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other Essays
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“There is a long close affinity between writers and cops; we share the sad...”
– David Mamet (Bambi vs. Godzilla, 2007)
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I wrote this. →
I wrote a review of The Descendants for A Bright Wall in a Dark Room. I was unkind.
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“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
– David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
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Today's missed connection. →
“You… are a brunette.”
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When a really bad dude bothers me in a public...
I’m pregnant and the daddy’s “around here somewhere”
Where do I live? “Right here, right in the middle of this room”
“I’ve killed before and I can feel those feelings creeping up again”
Standing too close? “Would you like to see the inside of your skull?”
If it’s really bad, I make a sound like an angry, threatened...
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