archives for May 2007
and number eleven
Friday 18 May 2007 | I like a cookie
Resolve not to post again until you’ve got enough anticonvulsant in your synapses to write something positive; because “I said to myself, right out loud, like a lunatic, If I hear just one more picky, cavilling, unconstructive word out of you, Franny Glass, you and I are finished—but finished.”
how to be mentally interesting
Friday 18 May 2007 | I like a cookie
1. Brood. Everywhere you go, no matter how bright the sunshine, allow it all to feel Very Serious. Stalk around darkly, like Hamlet, but in stripy socks and a hoodie. 2. Drive slumped over. Listen to mid-divorce Ani DiFranco and brood at red lights, at stop signs. Drive by the Librarians’ house going over everything [...]
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the loathly lady
Friday 18 May 2007 | I like a cookie
She’s a common metaphoric device in medieval romance, the loathly lady. Gawain usually has one or two to deal with, historically; they come on all monstrous and haggard, and demand a kiss (or more) in exchange for some assurance of knightly safety or power, or important piece of information. Sir Gawain being, of course, the [...]
gray weather + two days without a mood stabilizer = textbook mixed state
Thursday 17 May 2007 | I like a cookie
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; Keep me in temper: I would not be mad. How now, are the horses ready?
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tracking the small stick as the stream carries it away
Wednesday 16 May 2007 | I like a cookie
These cool spring days are so peaceful and empty, I feel almost guilty—even knowing that I’ll hit the ground running on July 30 and won’t really be able to look up until next May, a full year from now. Late this morning I came home from a sleepover at the Brujo’s, washed dishes, dusted, vacuumed, [...]
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it was she who first tempted him
Tuesday 15 May 2007 | I like a cookie
“You see I don’t know any stories. None of the lost boys know any stories.” “How perfectly awful,” Wendy said. “Do you know,” Peter asked, “why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories. O Wendy, your mother was telling you such a lovely story.” “Which story was it?” [...]
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morning email to mandarin
Tuesday 15 May 2007 | I like a cookie
As far as the brief electronic reappearance of the Young Monk…It seems he’s temporarily back in New Mexico? Maybe for the whole summer, but hopefully just to visit friends and then go back to Boulder or on to Tj or Altogether Elsewhere. But when I think about it, I finally don’t care if I do [...]
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aescetic in little unnecessary points
Monday 14 May 2007 | I like a cookie
“I have an intellect?” “I didn’t say that.” “What’s an intellect?” Alessandro shifted position and snorted to get more delicious night air. “It’s a thing you have in your brain. It remembers other things and lets you shuffle them around so you can figure them out.” “The people who’ve got these intellects, they’re smart, aren’t [...]
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stump the bookseller
Sunday 13 May 2007 | someone left a cookie
How cool is Loganberry Books’ search feature where you pay $2, recall a treasured childhood book and see if the book clerks can find it?! I’m tempted to shell out, just to try to find a beloved picture book about a giant orange tabby who was the captain’s cat on a ship. The book was [...]
sunday
Sunday 13 May 2007 | someone left a cookie
Mandarin has posted an insanely cute YouTube video of an itchy pink bunny rabbit; the Brujo went to see The Importance of Being Ernest (“How was it?” “Well—earnest. And a sixty-something woman kept hitting on me. Which was flattering. I think she was worth like seven hundred million dollars.” “You should get her to buy [...]
