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birthday, with utterly meaningless german horoscope
Tuesday 30 March 2010 | 3 cookies in the jar
Holiday! *** Happy birthday! Today the Sun returns to the position it was in when you were born. As would seem appropriate with this transit, today is a day of new beginnings, and the influences you feel today will affect the entire year to come. However, this does not mean that the whole year will [...]
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“nobody goes there anymore; it’s too crowded.”
Saturday 20 February 2010 | I like a cookie
[The Brujo always says this but I think he's quoting Yogi Berra.] Well, now that I’ve succeeded in running everyone off, of course it’s Saturday and raining and I’m hemmed about and pent in by admin/teaching work I don’t want to do, none of the tasks are so big and awful in themselves but it’s [...]
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simones and their turbans
Sunday 1 February 2009 | 4 cookies in the jar
Re-researching de Beauvoir, I suffer an epiphany: So, had Castor’s arch-enemy Weil survived herself, she’d eventually have had to wear one too, right? It’s like, some kind of required Simone uniform? PS and here’s Mlle de B. as you’ve never seen her before…completely turbanless. Anyway I hadn’t. Though apparently Nelson Algren did, and often.
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chaos update
Thursday 15 January 2009 | 7 cookies in the jar
Step One: Contain the Pile by dumping it into recycling basket! Pye is only mildly alarmed. I however am more alarmed because through the trendy wire mesh side I can still see 1) list of untelephoned cognitive-behavioral therapists, 2) unfiled program of study, and 3) list of library call numbers. My eyes are trained. Step [...]
pedestrian weekend photos
Monday 24 November 2008 | someone left a cookie
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the expression on her face at three minutes? pretty much sums it up
Thursday 7 August 2008 | I like a cookie
[Afterthought: Perhaps I should explain that the last movie which the Physicist and I ever watched together was, for no particular reason, Ghost World; and of course the opening scene of that film consists precisely of this, the galvanizing "Jaan pehechaan-ho!"—in which, as the fine writers of WFMU note, "Masked dancers bug out and go [...]
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screenplays I will never write (so I might as well blab all about them online)
Tuesday 8 July 2008 | someone left a cookie
• O’KEEFFE. Yep, a biopic, starring…okay, well, I don’t know who; but it sure as heck won’t be Linda Fiorentino. (Though Sir Ben was born to play Steiglitz.) I know, I know, it sounds played, and O’Keeffe was just a regional artist anyway; but here’s the cool part—it starts out at the Art Institute in [...]
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in which we wallow in domestic bliss
Friday 16 May 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Thus what follows will hardly be a Friday Refrain. Y’all probably demanding, where the littachur at? And all I can say in my uncommunicative defense is that I’ve been not just sewing but SEWING. Which is such an indecent amount of fun that right now I don’t ever want to go back to school (except [...]
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open letter to the professoressa
Tuesday 18 March 2008 | someone left a cookie
Dearest P— You wouldn’t happen to be awake and checking email by any chance? It’s me, the bad penny turning up after another nine-month absence. This morning I’ve been up since around 5:30 sneezing my head off with some kind of allergies/cold but didn’t want to call in case you were still snoozing (not likely, [...]
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hasty pudding
Monday 17 March 2008 | someone left a cookie
• We approach our 700th post! But at a snail’s pace, anticlimactically. • The Brujo and I returned from Texas on Thursday night. Since then he has been either 1) in the field or 2) holed up in his study writing his contributions to the Alt Weekly’s annual guide to Santa Fe. When I see [...]
