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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 [...]
“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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lunette selene
Thursday 25 February 2010 | I like a cookie
So I’ve been using my Lunette quite happily for two years, and don’t need a new one, I really do not; the thing is made of indestructable medical silicon and even if I, like, ran over it while camping in Mexico, it’d clearly bounce back without hesitation. Good Finnish work(wo)manship that’ll last me until the [...]
new macbook pro
Saturday 13 February 2010 | I like a cookie
And of course it’s so gleaming and silvery and naked that I want to dress it up in pretty colors! Like playing doll. Only, your doll cost $1,750, including AppleCare because you are TIRED of your expensive and relatively new FORMER computer dissolving into a big puddle of molten kernel-panicking PLASTIC. (Of course there are [...]
or, maybe it’s just liver season
Sunday 7 February 2010 | I like a cookie
I mean, it is liver season. And I’ve been drinking this detox tea for springtime, and maybe that’s what’s making me want to rip phone books in half (as Herself used to say of, well, herself, when around mid-sesshin she started feeling the joriki—or maybe I used to say it—I do recollect her admitting, “I [...]
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intermission
Saturday 24 January 2009 | 13 cookies in the jar
Turns into bedtime. It’s after midnight, and the B., who has to my gaping astonishment and possibly also his, gone seven days without a cigarette, is passed out after I fed him black beans, rice, cheese enchiladas, avocado and tomato, and took us both for a walk in the rain. Really I should call it [...]
why we love you; in three chapters (with a very important codicil)
Monday 12 January 2009 | 10 cookies in the jar
CHAPTER ONE. For lo it was a dank and chilly January night, even in Tartarus. For lo the soggy winds didst blow and the wetness did lash the little concrete-block home of your narrator and her Brujo, so much so that even the dog did not want to go outside, and Pyewacket did but sit [...]
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reader, I purchased it.
Saturday 6 December 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Fifteen quid she were, Ms. Audace. On her way to me from France, par avion! Sadly, despite the thrill of waiting for a beautiful new pen, looming premenstrual doldrums have swept my brain abruptly empty of pretty much anything other than: • a sudden inability to wield Latinate vocabulary or subordinate clauses (while still stubbornly [...]
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sketches in the making
Friday 5 December 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Okay, I have to admit that I think this would be a kinda cool holiday gift. Not for us, though, since we don’t have a coffee table (or anywhere to sit. Maybe we could keep it in the kitchen?). Also, quite obviously, there’s no reason one couldn’t just get a big cheap hardbound sketchbook and [...]
hello frida
Thursday 4 December 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
