archives for February 2008
friday refrains · mr. difranco’s soundtrack to february, before & after
Friday 29 February 2008 | I like a cookie
in the jukebox of her memory the list of names slips by and stops and she closes her eyes and smiles as the record drops and she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair and she dances out of time as long as she can say as long as she can say this [...]
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wise words of duluth’s bothillian (mandarin inside joke)
Thursday 28 February 2008 | I like a cookie
You always have to realize that you are constantly in the state of becoming, and as long as you can stay in that realm, you will sort of be all right. (Bob Dylan, from the documentary No Direction Home)
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zomg le creuset comes in *caribbean*?!?1!!?
Thursday 28 February 2008 | someone left a cookie
Oh thanks for nothing, ms. oleoptene!
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flying
Wednesday 27 February 2008 | someone left a cookie
in which I unabashedly foreground betegrise’s comment on february 27
Wednesday 27 February 2008 | I like a cookie
THE REASON THERE IS FEBRUARY “It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.” —John Steinbeck (b. 27 February 1902) I invite you to commemorate John Steinbeck’s [...]
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if you do not blog it, they will not come
Wednesday 27 February 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
• The not-so-hot-news: I have an iron deficiency/low ferritin. After blood tests last week, that’s the tentative diagnosis. This alone might be enough to explain crashing fatigue, inability to climb a flight of stairs without seeing stars, sore joints (knees and fingers, primarily), dry skin and falling-out hair—not to mention being more mentally interesting than [...]
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open letter to oleoptene
Monday 18 February 2008 | someone left a cookie
Dearest M., Well, today so far has been, like the weeks which have preceeded it, something of a bust for me. Shocking I know! I couldn’t mail your parcel, or indeed any parcels, because it’s some kind of holiday in celebration of dead white males, and the post office is closed. In the wee hours [...]
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shame & bad hair: from an interview
Sunday 17 February 2008 | someone left a cookie
A month earlier, already several months into a ten-month world tour, a road-weary Tori [Amos] had been holed up in the Chicago Ritz-Carlton, thinking about throwing herself out of the window. She rang former Led Zeppelin frontman Robert Plant for advice. What could she do to make touring more bearable? Plant advised her not to [...]
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friday refrains · george oppen
Friday 15 February 2008 | I like a cookie
TIME OF THE MISSILE I remember a square of New York’s Hudson River glinting between warehouses. Difficult to approach the water below the pier Swirling, covered with oil the ship at the pier A steel wall: tons in the water, Width. The hand for holding, Legs for walking, The eye sees! It floods in on [...]
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from andrew solomon
Tuesday 12 February 2008 | I like a cookie
People around depressives expect them to get themselves together: our society has little room in it for moping. Spouses, parents, children, and friends are all subject to being brought down themselves, and they do not want to be close to measureless pain. No one can do anything but beg for help (if he can do [...]
