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propaedeutics
Wednesday 22 August 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
At the moment I’m finding the teaching associate training incredibly frustrating, which I’m sure is no secret to its four instructors, since I usually sit in the front row and glare balefully at them—at first, ever-optimistic despite myself that something exciting will happen; and then fighting boredom by ignoring the “discussion,” doing the next assigned [...]
in no particular order, part one
Tuesday 24 July 2007 | someone left a cookie
• Is everyone in the world reading HP7 but meeee? (Hands over ears, lalalalala I can’t hear you.) • Apparently one cruel nickname for our new hometown in hell is “Dumpy.” Whence this competitive urban snobbery? • Back in NM collecting dog and drums, the Brujo repeatedly encounters snobby SF people who are vocally horrified [...]
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dirt-road morning
Friday 15 June 2007 | I like a cookie
When will I next fall asleep with windows open to crickets and coyote yelps, wake to the liquid tangles and warbles of birdsong? Cries of birds, the poet wrote, hung on the air like jewels. On the other hand, maybe once departed from rural life, THE FREAKING DSL WILL WORK AGAIN. • call landlord’s office [...]
celebrity dreams
Sunday 10 June 2007 | I like a cookie
In which, three nights in a row, I dream about meeting up with first Tori Amos, then Brodsky and, weirdest of all, last night, AA Milne. Okay so “celebrity” is an exaggeration. Besides I already knew Joseph. And the consistent theme is really, as you shall see, that I in some way either can’t talk [...]
metahemeralism, by request
Thursday 15 February 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
This passage from Donna Tartt may be funny because it recalls all of the botched, last-minute, ill-researched papers for which one has been responsible oneself; or perhaps because of all the ill-researched papers one has had to read. In any case, when we read it in college it seemed painfully, riotously familiar—as well as introducing [...]
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ultimate irritating hipster word
Tuesday 10 October 2006 | I like a cookie
Homer: Kids, how would you like to go…to Blockoland! Bart & Lisa: Meh. Homer: But the TV gave the impression that— Bart: We said “meh.” Lisa: M-E-H. Meh.
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an unseelie pair
Sunday 1 October 2006 | I like a cookie
Author Block, Francesca Lia. Title Necklace of kisses: a novel. Pub. info New York : HarperCollins, c2005. Edition 1st ed. Descript 227 p. ; 22 cm. Subject Hotels — Fiction. Runaway wives — Fiction. Middle-aged women — Fiction. Psychological fiction. Fantasy fiction. ISBN 0060777516 (acid-free paper) What does this fragment of [...]
“I feel happy, I feel happy!”
Tuesday 26 September 2006 | 2 cookies in the jar
It seems that, among the slender yet stubbornly persistent throngs, a florist in Britain (?!) who makes lovely arrangements, and a drug rehab counselor in Colorado (?!?), at least, have enjoyed reading our insanity drama-mongering self-indulgent our prose. Either that or those spam bots are getting really clever. Their comments leave me speechless with gratitude, [...]
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the volcano lover • spin magazine, march 1996 • francesca lia block
Monday 25 September 2006 | I like a cookie
If you think Tori Amos is just another New Age flower poet, wait till you meet the furious girl inside. Francesca Lia Block talks faeries, boys, and pudding with pop music’s reigning goddess. • I had a dream about Tori Amos before I met her. She was wearing a stiff peach damask Italian Renaissance gown; [...]
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what kind of fool am I
Thursday 7 September 2006 | 2 cookies in the jar
That I actually kind of want to go to the Browncoat Ball? Oh, if only Mandarin were still in San Francisco instead of on her way to Salamanca! We could dress as Inara and Kaylee (not too hard to figure out who would go as who) and, and, and go be giant geeks who get [...]
