archives for December 2006
fashion notes
Friday 8 December 2006 | I like a cookie
In the midst of the Un’s Texan odyssey, fashion writer Hatty Oliver took time to comment on our comment on her article about dressing your age, which is just ridiculously exciting. (Though you’d think we’d be a touch more blasé about culture journalism, having been a more-or-less happily more-or-less underpublished and underpaid movie critic ourselves […]
tori still understands, part II
Friday 8 December 2006 | I like a cookie
First your Unnarrator, excerpted from some correspondence:
Dad is working in a music store and loves it, mostly I think because he gets discounts on equipment and has a great opportunity to flog his CD (which I’m sorry to say is endearingly cheesy, with that Casio drum-sound in the background). Mom is working like crazy and […]
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sweetest craigslist posting ever
Thursday 7 December 2006 | I like a cookie
$400 Retirement Gift for Dad
(from bajasur.craigslist.org)
I am sending my Dad on a retirement getaway anywhere in Baja, but preferably in La Paz, Cabo, Loreto, or somewhere nearby. He just needs a really small studio apartment and I can pay $300 or $400 for a month. January February or March. Please E-mail me if you have […]
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and a backlog of strange search syntax
Wednesday 6 December 2006 | I like a cookie
From the vaguely literary:
virginia woolf “my heart stood still with pride”
dash hyphen in dickinson
publication is the auction [x2]
publication is the auction of the mind
publication is the auction analysis [Jesus, y’all studying for the GRE here?]
stevie smith mrs arbuthnot
stevie smith pretty about
olena kalytiak davis
chelsea minnis
hatty oliver
baton rouge waldenbooks chicken suit
christee atwood chicken suit
…to the musical:
“just like […]
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to me he seems like a god…
Wednesday 6 December 2006 | I like a cookie
…who dominates my desktop now, regally, as though I should prepare an altar before him, though maybe the Rishi plum-berry white tea and chai rose Badger Balm (just visible on right, behind purple mousepad) will suffice:
And this gleaming, snowy-white machine, faithless reader—not a Stormtrooper, not Zaphod Beeblebrox’s stolen Heart of Gold, but rather a 20″ […]
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pour l’anniversaire du parisienne
Tuesday 5 December 2006 | I like a cookie
