archives for March 2010
i will helps you tyep!
Tuesday 9 March 2010 | I like a cookie
Pyewacket tried to help me tyep a comment just now, in my last post which, God help me, references Elin Woods. She’s not a very good tyeper; it looked like something Wol would write. addiijct jCjjojjdjijejsjjuho paoogoeoook (Italics hers.) I absolutely cannot be blogging today. There are 17 papers needing commentary before 11 am, so [...]
blueberry lollipop
Monday 8 March 2010 | 6 cookies in the jar
As in, I, queasy, just had one for breakfast. Yes, I did! And I’d do it again. Followed by a great lot of Sweet Thai Delight from the gobelet magique, as I’m waiting for student conferences to begin (17 today, 42 by Wednesday afternoon). My whole lollipop thing is kind of well-known at the State [...]
“…” means never having to say you’re sorry
Saturday 6 March 2010 | I like a cookie
Where ” . . . ” could stand for: being oblivious, being scared/ashamed, or being angry/self-righteous. Excerpted from email to Mandarin. Consider its source: id est, me. No boyfriends were harmed in the making of this blogpost. All narrators are unreliable. The sentence on the front of this t-shirt is false. • So the usual [...]
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the crying-jag hangover
Friday 5 March 2010 | 5 cookies in the jar
You might know it. You might not. But the next morning, after a really solid uncontrollable-crying jag, you feel beaten up. Your eyes are grainy and raw. Your face hurts. Various things which usually aren’t, are swollen. Including the region of your chest around your heart, or anyway let’s not be romantic, let’s say your [...]
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gratitude list
Thursday 4 March 2010 | someone left a cookie
Someone mysterious someone actually bought me these as a gift, a surprise present, off my etsy favorites, and had them shipped to me. With no note or anything! From the hilarious DirtyAssSoaps. They came with a little chocolate heart (marked “DO NOT EAT”) and are adorable. I did not eat them. At first I tried [...]
krishna das
Thursday 4 March 2010 | 8 cookies in the jar
It’s been many a long yar since a younger I danced madly barefoot in black choli and skirt, scarlet red dupatta flying, kirtaning my brains out to this guy. I’m not sure anyone else could get away with it—such a freakshow Leonard-Cohen-Lou-Reed-John-Trudell HYMN, which would be BAPTIST except it’s actually Sufi, with its lyrics about [...]
gravespinning
Thursday 4 March 2010 | someone left a cookie
1. So yesterday I was waitlisted at the only PhD program to which I could, apparently, be arsed to apply. It was my only application largely because I feel so ongoingly guilty about trying to beg/borrow/steal/win yet more writing time—as a recovering Protestant, clearly I should quit receiving and give back more than I presently [...]
“rare buddhist flower found under nun’s washing machine”
Wednesday 3 March 2010 | 2 cookies in the jar
Which may edge out “Woman, Trapped, Survives on Moisture” as best headline ever. This via Mandarin—a little human-interest story that made my MONTH. Three THOUSAND years. Holy holy-flower, that’s…that’s rare, is what that is. Kind of like me posts. For simple reasons, some previously given, some new: 1) weekend head cold that has slyly shifted [...]
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