archives for February 2007
premenstrual, surfing & consumeristic
Monday 5 February 2007 | someone left a cookie
Why are we convinced tonight, stuck home with a flat tire and a bored cat, that we’d be happier if only we had more nice-smelling things in bottles and jars and packages, to apply all over our bodies and/or to eat? Don’t know, but on my honor as a female, it’s true. For instance.
From the […]
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friday refrain · sci-fi from the past
Friday 2 February 2007 | I like a cookie
A PHONE CALL TO THE FUTURE
1
Who says science fiction
is only set in the future?
After a while, the story that looks least
believable is the past.
The console television with three channels.
Black and white picture. Manual controls:
the dial clicks when you turn it, like the oven.
You have to get up and walk somewhere to change things.
You have to […]
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the end is nigher
Thursday 1 February 2007 | I like a cookie
From John Tierney’s NYT piece (courtesy of Only in New Mexico):
Sixty years ago, a group of physicists concerned about nuclear weapons created the Doomsday Clock and set its hands at seven minutes to midnight. Now, the clock’s keepers, alarmed by new dangers like climate change, have moved the hands up to 11:55.
Dr. [Martin] Rees, a […]
adjustment disorder, n.o.s.
Thursday 1 February 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, right? So, around 4:30 this morning the Brujo and I found out why she hasn’t been using her litter pan: So she could pee generously all over my grandmother’s quilt, the duvet, and, eventually, the properties of liquids being what they are, us. I woke when I felt/heard her […]
