archives for September 2007
girly lj icons with which I will now embarrass myself thoroughly
Thursday 20 September 2007 | 4 cookies in the jar
EDIT: And look what oleoptene inspired! Should we set up a store?
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brain the size of a planet…
Thursday 20 September 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
…and here I am, parking cars.
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omg
Thursday 20 September 2007 | I like a cookie
1. OMG I AM SO GLAD I DID NOT KNOW THAT THING COULD FUCKING FLY WHEN I WAS TRYING TO CATCH IT IN A YOGURT CONTAINER. 2. OMG Y’ALL I TEACH AT A PARTY SCHOOL! 3. OMG I LOVE JIM BERHLE ALL OVER AGAIN.
hipy papy bithuthday with love to my dearest brujo, gigging in santa fe
Wednesday 19 September 2007 | I like a cookie
At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials. —Virginia Woolf
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dear sweet suffering jeebus
Wednesday 19 September 2007 | someone left a cookie
I’m only gonna say one thing, and I’m not gonna post a picture or link to it or anything; it’s up to you to Google or Wiki it if you’re feeling terribly brave. For the purposes of me being ever able to read my own blog again, I confine myself simply to: Palmetto Bug. It’s [...]
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friday refrain · uncomfortably familiar
Friday 14 September 2007 | I like a cookie
Living If this is Wednesday, write Lazartigues, return library books, pick up passport form, cancel the paper. If this is Wednesday, mail B her flyers and K her shirts. Last thing I asked as I walked K to her car, “You sure you have everything?” “Oh yes,” she smiled, as she squalled off. Whole wardrobe [...]
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?!?!!
Monday 10 September 2007 | someone left a cookie
Salon’s Cary Tennis advises this poor bugger to move out of his own house. Nice one! That’s what you get for taking in Mary and Joseph, these days.
madeleine l’engle 1918-2007
Monday 10 September 2007 | someone left a cookie
In this fateful hour, I place all Heaven with its power, And the sun with its brightness, And the snow with its whiteness, And the fire with all the strength it hath, And the lightning with its rapid wrath, And the winds with their swiftness along their path, And the sea with its deepness, And [...]
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six hundredth post
Monday 10 September 2007 | I like a cookie
It’s nearly nine and the Brujo is still asleep, wrapped up like a mummy in the bedsheet. We were up late, him reading aloud to me for my magical realism course. Not The Metamorphosis, which gives him the willies, but Clarice Lispector’s minutely savage “The Smallest Woman in the World” (translated by Elizabeth Bishop!) and [...]
frederic chopin
Sunday 9 September 2007 | I like a cookie
“It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to….I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.”
