archives for July 2008
Monday 28 July 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
Back pain = less fun than getting your tit caught in the wringer washer.
Sunday 27 July 2008 | someone left a cookie
Friday 25 July 2008 | someone left a cookie
I want to write Ms. Editorial Assistant back and wail, But where else do I send this darn thing?! I can’t imagine. I could only ever see it as their book, with my (flawed) inner eyes, but they’re spoken for until 2011. There are 101 of these freaky grief poems; half-Propertius, half-Trilogy, half-Peter Dale Scott [...]
Friday 25 July 2008 | I like a cookie
She and a friend had left California on a 4,000-mile cross-country bicycle trip, which would give her time to think about whether to devote herself to poetry as a vocation. She had been writing for more than 10 years, ever since her father’s death when she was 19. Yet in the preceding few months, as [...]
Tuesday 22 July 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
The Brujo and I have now been living together for one year. (NB that if I’m laconic or snappish during the following, it’s due not to any waning of passion but because I somehow threw out my shoulder last week, which makes typing literally a scream.) We’ve not only comingled our pots and pans and [...]
Monday 21 July 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Come on, formal feeling! We’re waiting here.
Saturday 19 July 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal, Joss Whedon!
Friday 18 July 2008 | I like a cookie
Thursday 17 July 2008 | someone left a cookie
Did you ever really screw things up? I mean, really? Alienate loved ones, piss off acquaintances, irritate e-mail interlocutors, suffer not the little children to come unto you and in fact just generally not do a single damn thing that doesn’t somehow inspire entires on failblog.org? Oh, yeah? You think so, huh? Well take that [...]
Thursday 17 July 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
That’s when the first screenings of The Dark Knight will start. Time was I’d have been scrunched down in the back row doodling in my notebook with my Sharpie by 11:15. They were already saying Nicholson, Brando; now they’re saying Pacino, DeNiro. I regretting having to write negative reviews of Casanova and The Brothers Grimm, [...]