archives for May 2008
open letter to oleoptene
Saturday 31 May 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
HOLY CRAP WOMAN YOU MAKE ONE HELL OF A MIX CD.
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labile (adj.)
Friday 30 May 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
When you try to explain to the Brujo why he should know Israel Kamakawiwo’ole’s version of “Over the Rainbow,” to which some of his students have set a dance for their high school graduation. You’re sitting in the auditorium of some ridiculous overly air-conditioned regional arts theater, waiting for the ceremony to start and leafing [...]
“if you were a real artist, you wouldn’t need a blog”
Tuesday 27 May 2008 | someone left a cookie
Well, at least I’m not the only scrivener who routinely wrangles with this one.
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another drowsy conversation
Tuesday 27 May 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
“What kind of clothes did you wear when you were a kid?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “…” “Mostly Klan sheets. With a beanie that had a little propeller on the top.” [uncontrollable giggling] “So maybe that was why the other guys used to beat the crap out of me all the time.”
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immemorial damage
Monday 26 May 2008 | I like a cookie
You know those mobster movies where they talk about pulling down that one last score, the take-down of a lifetime? 1) Hancock Fabrics, unadvertised liquidation sale. All notions 55% off. I now have enough sewing machine needles to last until the end times. Patterns for 88¢. A bias-tape maker, and a schmantzy German seam ripper [...]
further unsolicited drivel
Sunday 25 May 2008 | someone left a cookie
The B. has gone on his final seed-collecting field trip of the season. I went with him yesterday and was, in my estimation, a total drag. Today I am also a total drag but at least I am not inflicting it on anyone but the cat, whose primary concern anyway is whether she has the [...]
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aunt freud
Sunday 25 May 2008 | I like a cookie
This doctor is dangerous—will cause an incredible amount of damage to a fragile person coming in for counseling. She should have her license taken away. Thus sayeth a lone reviewer on a relatively untrafficked rate-your-MD type site. We desire, at this point, a swift termination which, thanks to the foot-dragging insurance company, is nowhere near [...]
so tedious your head may explode
Sunday 25 May 2008 | I like a cookie
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in which an inexplicable 5 am meltdown, the b. makes her a cup of thai coconut tea and she takes two tylenol and sleeps until one, and still doesn’t post anything or return calls.
Sunday 25 May 2008 | someone left a cookie
sizzle sizzle, like a mouse
Saturday 24 May 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Marseilles merchant P. Labat writes of how women of the West Indies received a 1704 shipment of textiles—which sold instantly, as soon as the bundles were opened: “As for payment the island women…brought sugar cane, indigo and cocoa by moonlight, products the women had their faithful slaves pilfer from storehouses after dark, which they sold [...]
