archives for November 2008
the brave, brave sir robin
Saturday 29 November 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Since my brain apparently can’t do anything that doesn’t eventually terminate in its being gleefully skewered with tiny pins, even including dream, because all I dream about are demonic possession and what a sucky person I am and bedbugs…I am fleeing. Not far, not for long, but beyond the reach of my DSL modem. The [...]
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and for those even more tied up in internal guilt crocheting than I?
Friday 28 November 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
The Bureau of Communication is here to save the day (and/or your ass).
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why we love miss bovary (story tk)
Friday 28 November 2008 | I like a cookie
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why we love jenzai; with a story
Friday 28 November 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Here beginneth the tale. Now I’ll be curious to see how many of you even try to keep up, because I barely can (keep up). It’ll be a paragraph or five before you understand what ANY of this has to do with jenzai studio, I’m just warning you. 1. So, just as I did back [...]
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oh but and ps
Friday 28 November 2008 | I like a cookie
I am gonna write those other posts. I am. It’s just it’s now 11 am and if I don’t put on clothes and get fresh air I may melt into and become indistinguishable from my ratty purple bathrobe. And that would be, among other things, gross.
“…which, thanks anyway.”
Friday 28 November 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
[The Brujo's and my new favorite expression of amused distaste, gleaned from a signal two grafs about Midwestern Xians near the end of "Ticket to the Fair."] So it was el Día de Accíon de Gracias. Last year we ate fish burritos at Amado’s, sitting outside in t-shirts under the palm trees. This year it [...]
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further fountain pen pr0n
Tuesday 25 November 2008 | I like a cookie
Because I worked my BOHINEY off today and I deserve it. Nothing fancy, just Cross Century II Starlights; but I love the colors, and the nibs last forever. Don’t get me started on my new obsession with Mabie Todd Swans and vintage Waterman (flex nibs! wet noodles!), though. Seriously. I mean it. Don’t. You get [...]
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pedestrian weekend photos
Monday 24 November 2008 | someone left a cookie
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hue & cry
Monday 24 November 2008 | 9 cookies in the jar
This is crazy geeky fun—especially if, like me, you have eighteen THOUSAND things to do/grade/write/read/clean before el Día del Pavo and (basically) the end of the semester, which is barrelling up on me with alarming rapidity.
friday refrain · goin’ out to the brujo
Friday 21 November 2008 | 15 cookies in the jar
[But extra credit to anyone who can decipher Ms. Jackson's notoriously inscrutable gesture at 2:00 and 2:52, ending my twenty-year speculations?] Strange how you literally cannot watch her and not think about him. What we have inscribed on and into his body, deconstructing its blackness as surely as Elvis Presley took apart Big Mama Thornton. [...]
