January 2012
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"loss is an unintentional decline in or...
This is one of my favorite poems. I find myself coming back to it again and again, especially in times when I am dealing with a loss.
It is beautiful and powerful and it is also a bit long. So, you can quickly scroll past it if you want, but it is certainly worth the few minutes it takes to read through.
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December 2011
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brunch
me: I think that's jicama.
him: You really know your root vegetables. That's something I've always liked about you.
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more than my fair share*
If you had asked me seven hours ago if I knew what it felt like to spit blood and tooth fragments out on the street I would have said no. That is no longer the case.
This afternoon while riding home from work I was hit by a car that was exiting a parking space. Either the guy didn’t check his mirrors, or didn’t see me - whichever the case, it was his fault. I flew over my handle bars,...
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I am so loopy from my cold medicine. I’ve been reading/staring at this article on exposure to particulate matter in traffic comparing cyclists and car passengers for, like, an hour (I really have no clue though). Maybe working on my lit review while jacked on medicine wasn’t the best idea.
But seriously, it’s pretty effed up that bicyclists are exposed to significantly greater...
November 2011
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early Monday morning
This morning I woke up at five am and didn’t hit the snooze button because I’m trying to quit it - cold turkey. Running through my head were lines from a poem I read a long time ago. _____________________________
I met this guy James in a poetry workshop during my sophomore year of undergrad. He was one of those incredibly dreamy guys - a couple of years older than me, wore...
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heymikewaskom:
Paul Simon — “Call Me Al”
This...
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The Goddess of never not broken. →
In pieces, in a pile on the floor, with no idea how to go forward, your expectations of the future are meaningless. Your stories about the past do not apply. You are in flux, you are changing, you are flowing in a new way, and this is an incredibly powerful opportunity to become new again: to choose how you want to put yourself back together. … We were never a consistent, limited...
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flaws
I am not a patient person for the most part. This is amusing because sometimes dealing with me requires a considerable amount of patience.
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Where can a girl rent a nice cabin for a weekend...
Say I wanted to rent a cabin with some friends for a long weekend. You know the place, right? Close to skiing but kind of out of the way and it has a fireplace because those of us not hitting the slopes want to hang out in front of a fire with apple cider and hot chocolate all day (and maybe we’ll even do a jigsaw puzzle or play a board game). Do you know where that place is?
(edit: Driving...
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Good brunch spots in Williamsburg?
Also: Coffee shop near MOMA for book reading? Chill bar in Brooklyn with local/seasonal/awesome beer on tap?
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October 2011
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The etymology of “jawn” →
So, now you know what jawn means. But I’m sure you’ll continue to chuckle when I say hoagie.
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two thousand, and then some
Last night Jenny made a pretty good case for reading this book, followed by this one. That’s over two thousand pages. Infinite winter anyone?
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My to-read list kindly requests the presence of...
In the past month I’ve read four novels1 and all of them have been okay2 but I’ve got to get out of this middling book slump. Now taking recommendations. ______________________________
1Jonathan Franzen Freedom Jennifer Egan A Visit from the Goon Squad Bernard Malamud The Fixer Jeffrey Eugenides The Virgin Suicides
2In my opinion, because I know some of you really like a few of those...
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September 2011
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“If I have any philosophy, if you don’t mind me saying so, it’s that...”
– Yakov Bok (from The Fixer by Bernard Malamud)