archives for December 2008
this is pyewacket again
Tuesday 30 December 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Well, Im still here. Its cold and gray. Somehow the new mom has made it be rainy all the time. Even the dog-thing doesnt want to go outside for its pee. The dog-thing is still alive, by the way. I thought it would be dead by now but it seems healthier than ever. Anyway, the [...]
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this is pyewacket
Saturday 20 December 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
I hate my mom. I’m just saying. She’s always sooo busy, but does she make time for ME, does she ever think about MY needs, about what it’s like to be ME? Noooo, of course not. Instead she and Tuna Man go into this weird frenzy of activity, first with all the square paper things, [...]
from the midst of the finals-week frenzy
Thursday 18 December 2008 | someone left a cookie
Because can we ever have too many adorable cat videos? Can we? Can we? Okay, yeah, when we’re trying to hand in grades, probably we can.
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let it “snow”
Wednesday 17 December 2008 | 7 cookies in the jar
Our local Tartarean mall has been proudly advertising nightly “snow” at 7 pm, so of course the Brujo and I, drawn to gawp at any fresh regional hell, had to go check it out. We drove around the palm trees looking for the “snow” but couldn’t ever find it, so we bought dog food and [...]
comme c’est bizarre, comme c’est curieux (et quelle coincidence)
Wednesday 17 December 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Every night, last thing, right before I go to bed, I: wash my face, comb my hair, brush my teeth, blow my nose, pee, and drink a glass of water. Usually. Though not necessarily in that order. And yet in the morning, first thing after I wake up, I immediately need to do all the [...]
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hello co-pay
Tuesday 16 December 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
gobsmacked again
Tuesday 16 December 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
Me: [far too late last night, trying, for no reason I can now remember or defend, to explain flarf vs. conceptual poetry to my sleepy companion, as we lay curling our chilly knees together and half-falling asleep, and thus finding myself resorting to the Land O' Lakes butter-maiden model, quod vide super] The Brujo: Yeah, [...]
for mandarin—v. important!
Monday 15 December 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
“How Not to Get Hit by Cars” (via attorney/bard scoplaw)
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you so wish this were yours
Monday 15 December 2008 | 10 cookies in the jar
Don’t feel ashamed. Of course you do. We all do. First one to get the MacArthur has to have the rest of us over for tea.
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hooray
Monday 15 December 2008 | 14 cookies in the jar
Are you prepared for the years of effort, “the long defeat of doing nothing well”? As the years pass writing will not become any easier, the daily effort will grow harder to endure, those “powers of observation” will become enfeebled; you will be judged, when you reach your forties, by performance and not by promise. [...]
