office space category archives
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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trying to catch up an old college friend
Friday 21 September 2007 | 4 cookies in the jar
It’s always revelatory to me to see what I leave out, what I choose to include. Maybe not so engrossing for my readers, but here’s the illustrated précis anyway (with most as thumbnails cos I got carried away uploading pictures). And now I betake me back to bed, where the menstrual faeries are slowly and [...]
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after a twelve-hour marathon
Wednesday 8 August 2007 | someone left a cookie
THE DYING BOOK IS TOTALLY DONE.
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office, before and after
Thursday 26 July 2007 | someone left a cookie
Sure, okay; so most of it I jammed in the closet in confoundment. Your point? But I felt I absolutely had to have a calm place in which to work. Was this self-care or self-sabotage? Given that I now have approximately 80 hours to finish the book before what the Professoressa calls “teaching camp” starts [...]
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four more cloth pads later
Tuesday 3 July 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
These ones from Mimi’s Dreams, in the following patterns. Fortunately they’re only $2.50 or $3.75, depending on their length. I guess if the Evil Twin has to have an addiction, there could be worse ones. Also, another half-dozen bonbons have somehow mysteriously disappeared. But…an hour on the phone to Boston has also cleared up most [...]
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shameless acts of bribery
Monday 2 July 2007 | someone left a cookie
In order to get myself to work at all on the Dying Book, it’s become necessary to buy off my Evil Twin. And the bitch is no cheap date, let me tell you. Before she’d even so much as open the new hundred-page document from editorial, she insisted that I buy her the cardamom foot [...]
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coals to newcastle
Wednesday 23 May 2007 | I like a cookie
Fresh rose-red raspberries veiled in cream at two in the morning, hand-plucked by unhappy Oaxacans in a sunny land not far south of here—what could be more decadent? Sleeping; sleeping could be more decadent. But sleeping is not to be. Listen, fair reader, and ye shall hear the tragickal tale of a wee accidental overdose, [...]
morning email to mandarin
Tuesday 15 May 2007 | I like a cookie
As far as the brief electronic reappearance of the Young Monk…It seems he’s temporarily back in New Mexico? Maybe for the whole summer, but hopefully just to visit friends and then go back to Boulder or on to Tj or Altogether Elsewhere. But when I think about it, I finally don’t care if I do [...]
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it. is. finished.
Monday 16 April 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
Well, anyway it’s definitively Mostly Dead—good enough to email in its PDF entirety to Herself, all 200+ Courier 12-point pages of it. Tomorrow morning I’ll fix one chapter I still don’t much like (the most boringly Buddhistic one) and try to find some way to print out the whole thing without draining my HP ink [...]
herself weighs in
Monday 26 March 2007 | someone left a cookie
“i printed out the chapts and am very pleased with what you are doing with the book. we should meet [but why? why?!] as soon as i return from india. i look forward to receiving the next installment as soon as possible. i leave for india april one and can work on the ms. there. [...]
