lapsus linguae category archives
for the brujo, stuck in sf another week
Tuesday 24 July 2007 | I like a cookie
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always the end of the music must be awaited
Saturday 19 May 2007 | I like a cookie
My father decided that what the Brujo and I really needed, presumably to keep us from wandering lost in the Sonoran, was a GPS unit. In the package also were, inexplicably, these extremely Teutonic instructions for the assemblage of an authentic Black Forest cuckoo clock (did my parents actually purchase one of these? or did [...]
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white-chocolate almond-milk
matcha latté
Thursday 22 March 2007 | I like a cookie
[NB before you start reading this that for reasons of a relapse into hypergraphic melancholia, it's a fucking uncontrollably long post.] The cat woke me at 5:30 am, with urgent feline kissing and mrrrting. I shut her out of the bedroom and tried to go back to sleep, to no avail. The tiny weevils had [...]
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matcha latté’
signifiers around town
Tuesday 27 February 2007 | I like a cookie
things we found (before we knew how to use the scanner)
Sunday 11 February 2007 | I like a cookie
Do you love me? Do you live there? I send a letter. I mean, seat down! There is a little baby? That man has a van? So, the whole dang guvamint fits on Guadalupe. That explains a lot… Someone small, learning about either feelings or emoticons. But the paralyzed vets might not wish to be [...]
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overheard in godmother’s religion course
Thursday 8 February 2007 | I like a cookie
“Could you elaborate on Freud’s blaming of the mother? Because I, like, I thought it was just my mother.”
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join the uua…or else
Wednesday 17 January 2007 | someone left a cookie
“Member Pograms Coordinator. 20 Hours per week. The Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Santa Fe is looking for an organized and out-going person to support new member assimilation….”
to me he seems like a god…
Wednesday 6 December 2006 | I like a cookie
…who dominates my desktop now, regally, as though I should prepare an altar before him, though maybe the Rishi plum-berry white tea and chai rose Badger Balm (just visible on right, behind purple mousepad) will suffice: And this gleaming, snowy-white machine, faithless reader—not a Stormtrooper, not Zaphod Beeblebrox’s stolen Heart of Gold, but rather a [...]
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overheard in my bedroom
Sunday 5 November 2006 | I like a cookie
Unnarrator: [underneath duvet, semi-delirious/hypochondriacal] What if it’s not a cold? The boys had whooping cough. What if I caught whooping cough? The Brujo: [firmly] You don’t have whooping cough. Un: [suspicious of childless boyfriend's certainty] How do you know? Brujo: Because I heard it when when I was teaching, and it’s really dramatic. [Demonstrates dramatic [...]
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kind of a late start, really…
Sunday 5 November 2006 | I like a cookie
From the classified section of the Santa Fe New Mexican: “Teacher Assistant—Santa Fe County Head Start seeks to fill year-round PT position and summers-off positions working with children ages 35.” And a scratch-your-head, well-duh headline: “DEADLY SHOOTING MAY HAVE BEEN HATE CRIME”
