archives for August 2006
insults and injuries
Thursday 31 August 2006 | I like a cookie
Doesn’t it really say something about Santa Fe, proud capitol of New Mexico, that its largest public high school is named “Capital High”? This morning I drove past “Capital Christian Church,” too. But hey, Christians don’t need to be able to spell, they’d protest; Jesus is coming and they’ll all be raptured while the rest […]
packing to leave stockholm
Wednesday 30 August 2006 | I like a cookie
Just as I stepped out of the shower, starkers and dripping wet, there came an imperious knocking. I told myself it was my landlady or the neighbors, and in the words of the Brujo, these people are all just going to have to calm down. Continued drying with a towel which once belonged to the […]
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down for the count
Tuesday 29 August 2006 | I like a cookie
Though hopefully not the count (or, as Mandarin says fretfully over the pilot’s annoucement, “This better not be our final landing!”). The menstrual faeries are tapdancing down below and copy pimps/johns are slavering for their cut/put-out, so there will be another day’s hiatus.
In the meantime, we leave you with this cautionary image of what can […]
a darker spirit will not disown its child
Monday 28 August 2006 | I like a cookie
We thought that for its inaugural week, lunedi literary links would kick off with a tribute to the much-misunderstood Masochist of Amherst, Emily Dickinson. We begin with an envisioning of how the Norton Anthology list of first lines might look, had SSRIs been available to the poet (courtesy of Drink at Work):
• I think I’ll […]
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frayed tempers
Sunday 27 August 2006 | I like a cookie
The other weekend, when the Brujo threw the DMV letter across the room in total frustration, after weeks of dealing with intractable California and New Mexico authorities and a totally unhelpful Geico bureaucratess named Frieda Sneed (who first took down his email address as “rita@ffrecorter.com” and then “thebrujoalloneword@gmail.com,” which is kind of like “I, state […]
sábado santa fé
Saturday 26 August 2006 | I like a cookie
“confession” — stephen dobyns
Friday 25 August 2006 | I like a cookie
Here beginneth a series we are calling Friday Refrains, being made up of poems which will appear, obviously, every Friday, come hell or high water, whichever appears first, them or the technological singularity or the flu pandemic or merely us falling down and not being able to get back up.
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CONFESSION
The Nazi within me thinks it’s […]
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current blog crush: jason kottke
(sure, us and biljillions of others)
Thursday 24 August 2006 | I like a cookie
We’ve long loved that little stripy colored graphic at the top right…we love him for inventing and giving away the Silkscreen font…we love him not least because though in the top 20, he’s still not too proud to direct us to kooky funny things like this video of a monkey teasing a dog…but today we […]
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driving into the sunrise, part II
(or, it’s 4:30 am on a tuesday)
Wednesday 23 August 2006 | I like a cookie
Then, when I was 13, there was Maman, the first person to teach me by example that emotions were not only acceptable but useful, and most of all essential. That playing like a metronome wasn’t what it was about. That if you touched a keyboard without showing the dark side of your heart, you left […]
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(or, it’s 4:30 am on a tuesday)’
driving into the sunrise, part I
Tuesday 22 August 2006 | I like a cookie
Because why live here if not to drive into the mountains. Because sometimes a girl has just got the urge for going, for nosing her Daewoo toward the sunrise, from Tet’su-geh Owingeh into the foothills, with a 70¢ maple-glazed doughnut at her side, listening for the first time to the mix CD she made […]
