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I’m a freaking buddhist!
Tuesday 6 April 2010 | I like a cookie
I swear this blog is not just going to turn into a selection of youtube clips. Wait, do I really swear that? No. No I do not. This blog is off playing by itself until the first week of May, and that’s that. Who knows WHAT it will get up to in my total mental [...]
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“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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last night I dreampt his holiness the dalai lama died
Tuesday 24 February 2009 | 10 cookies in the jar
And this morning I’m scared to look at G••gl• news. How dumb is that.
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is this thing still on? or, my marxist-feminist dialectic brings all the boys to the yard; or, 25 cosas más aléatoires
Tuesday 10 February 2009 | 11 cookies in the jar
1. None of these will be in any particular order, so you can just park that linear, sequential part of your brain for the time being. Keep calm and carry on! 2. It turns out that Valium, when cautiously abused as a muscle relaxant, is really great for back spasms. Holy BENZO is it great. [...]
rōhatsu
Monday 8 December 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
naked as we came
Tuesday 18 November 2008 | 11 cookies in the jar
[In which Miss Bovary reviews Lauren Slater, and adroitly, with admirable calm, so we subsequently discuss Marya Hornbacher, whom she avers is a better writer, but then I get cold feet after looking at her (Marya's) blog, and start thinking about the embattled genre of confessional memoir all over again.] The radical of my personal [...]
friday refrains · james dickey
Friday 7 November 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
I’m not sure I know exactly why I’m slinging these two poems at you today, though this month my thoughts take their annual turn for the darker, from now until February. I take in (or, some might say, wallow in) stuff like The Road, Sarah Kane (e.g., Skin), David Lynch, coroner’s reports on suicides, all [...]
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best thing I’ve read in ages
Sunday 13 July 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
And yes I know I have posted like three times today. But I’m…I’m…I think I’m bored! Holy crap, I didn’t know I could even still GET bored. Is life with the Brujo really that entertaining? I’ve chain-read all day, one book after another, like potato chips; and though I have not yet eaten Häagen-Dazs straight [...]
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if
Sunday 13 July 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
Señor Brujo left yesterday morning for his summer teaching gig, wee Honda packed to the gills with drums, keyboard and cactus paraphernalia. For sustenance, he took a bag of pretzels. He called in the evening from a grotty motel room in T or C, where he’d stopped for the night, to tell me he’d just [...]
on suffering (by popular request!)
Wednesday 9 July 2008 | 8 cookies in the jar
And now it’s time for a nice little homily on, as I once typoed in a desperate 3 am email to a college friend, “mortal agnoy.” (And then I cracked myself up and couldn’t be pained any more and had to quit emailing and go to bed.) Currently we here are suffering through a bewildering [...]
