archives for March 2007
him whom my soul loveth
Saturday 24 March 2007 | I like a cookie
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the plot can get no thicker
Saturday 24 March 2007 | I like a cookie
Our spreadsheet-devising godsister reminds us that, when all else fails, there’s always the Magic 8-Ball. We need it more than ever, now that the State School holds forth a tepidly encouraging and bewildering un-offer: Our director asked me to tell you that you are first on our wait-list for a teaching assistantship, and this year, [...]
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friday refrains · lucie brock-broido
Friday 23 March 2007 | I like a cookie
GRIMOIRE In the tameless night season, The griefless wind, it is nothing That I want. A beautiful fever Took me down. Once, when the ichors Lit the vein, the world was soothe & good. I was at homeward in the murmur Of the twitching hearts, The old gone gods; The replicative beautiful Was looming all [...]
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how woo-woo are we
Friday 23 March 2007 | I like a cookie
Last night, a fairly hysterical dinner party— our entire DBT group met at the raw-food member’s home. Annika served beautiful raw lasagne (thin-sliced red, green, and yellow heirloom tomatoes and zucchini interspersed with tomato sauce, basil pesto and pistachio puree) and raw chocolate mousse (coconut, agave, cacao and cocoa butter), and occasionally she as it [...]
get it while you can
Thursday 22 March 2007 | I like a cookie
Simon Rich’s brilliantly conceived bit in the NYer, the one that had Mandarin and I choking with hilarity last night. Aw, forget it, I’m jacking it: A Conversation at the Grownup Table, as Imagined at the Kids’ Table. MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy. DAD: O.K. GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the [...]
white-chocolate almond-milk
matcha latté
Thursday 22 March 2007 | I like a cookie
[NB before you start reading this that for reasons of a relapse into hypergraphic melancholia, it's a fucking uncontrollably long post.] The cat woke me at 5:30 am, with urgent feline kissing and mrrrting. I shut her out of the bedroom and tried to go back to sleep, to no avail. The tiny weevils had [...]
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matcha latté’
someone else is a copywhore too
Tuesday 20 March 2007 | I like a cookie
In researching Tartarus, where they are apparently very, very fond of us, we find the following breathlessly hysterical copy: The imagination of the community glimmers over the surface of the Town Lake, a formerly dry riverbed that now provides miles of natural beauty. [Let's not think too hard about how it got there....] Tartarus learned [...]
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our very own spreadsheet
Tuesday 20 March 2007 | someone left a cookie
Fortunately, we have a very brainy blonde-bombshell godsister (actually we have two)—and this one used to be an international project manager (and has been the extremely successful project manager of two small boys for a few years now). She created specially for us (!) this fabulous and reassuring spreadsheet, and we are taking it and [...]
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officially
Tuesday 20 March 2007 | I like a cookie
Completely freaking out. A department secretary from the State School just left a voicemail that “our poets are very fond of your work…very, very fond of it,” apparently so fond that they would like to admit me. So the backup has now weighed in, though I really don’t at all want to live in Tartarus. [...]
the plot thickens (or thins)
Tuesday 20 March 2007 | I like a cookie
So we’ve now been flat-out rejected by Austin and Houston. (A prophet is not without honor save in her own home state.) The State School seems to be wandering around in the desert endlessly contemplating its options. We bravely turned down San Diego yesterday. Leaving Tucson, and Hawaii. And entertainingly enough, Hawaii wants to know [...]
