On A Monday
badkidsjokes: guess what you eat on a monday A: under pants
One time when I was drunk...
…I downloaded an entire Sleigh Bells album to my iPhone, and I keep it in my shuffle rotation to remind myself not to do that anymore.
Am currently stuck in a Sisyphisian cycle wherein I am scooping peanut butter out of a jar with some pita and I am getting full, except that I keep dropping bits of pita in the peanut butter and having to scoop them out with more bits.
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A Thing About Me:
Nonfiction on the subway, fiction before bed.
I’m currently aboard an Amtrak Acela train, taking up two seats, on my way from my home in Boston back to my tentative, tenuous, irresistible home in New York. I’ve been living like I’m on the lam, squatting in friends’ houses and paring down my belongings until everything I have fits in a canvas backpack and the smallest suitcase I could find. I’m buying clothes secondhand and giving away books...
Woman begging on the subway with her little son- four years old? He’s shaking a can of broken Pringles like it’s a maraca, and then it bursts open and spills chip pieces all over the floor. She hustles him off the train, looking ashamed.
Every now and then I think the polite, generic female voice on the F train is saying “Next stop: Bourbon Street,” and I have a moment of imagining.
I remember hearing his wry, reedy voice on This American Life for the first time- even surrounded by so many other wry, reedy voices (see: Glass, Sedaris). I remember reading Fraud and Don’t Get Too Comfortable in one summer afternoon, and thinking wait, you’re allowed to write like this? You can be reportorial and critical, confessional and laugh-until-my-chest-hurts funny? I wanted...
I’m currently obsessed with Craigslist - primarily searching for September sublets, but veering off course to look at freelance writing and editing gigs/ weekend restaurant jobs that require no actual prior experience/ okay fine mostly men-seeking-men personals. I am not the first nor will I be the last to say this, but the site provides such a weird, interesting way of looking at the city....
Talk of the Town
Today I was at a thrift shop (buying secondhand clothes overwhelms me but I like books and home furnishings, this last despite my burgeoning homelessness) when I witnessed the following exchange: Tiny old black woman: I forgot! I have a book I’m going to bring you. Toni Morrison. Did you know I was the first African-American to run track in all of New York? Almost-as-tiny Asian...
So Columbia is done. What we have left now is the career fair, and the final party, and we are scattered across the city on couches and in the beds of friends of friends. At the moment, we’re homeless and we’re unemployed. We don’t get to hide behind the vague guise of “student” on our applications and forms anymore. We are a little bit lost. And yet right now I feel...
Marina Keegan died in a car accident last Saturday. She was twenty-two, and she had just graduated from Yale, and she was one of the best writers I ever met. Our whole relationship was a series of serendipities. We were first thrown together when we won this essay contest at the Metropolitan Museum. We got to put on dresses and go to New York and hear our work read aloud. We met David Rakoff, a...
This is everything
cabuxton: Hurricane Kathee, also known as cleaning. (Photo cred: Juliana Halpert) I wrote a “retrospective” about a week ago. It’s as cheesy as the fourteen individually wrapped string cheeses I found in the bottom of my refrigerator. Nobody asked me to write it, but in a particularly rife moment during finals I felt like that was just what I needed to do. And now, as I am sitting here fully...
Find me now. Before someone else does.– Haruki Murakami in 1Q84 (via quote-book)
Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes lived long enough (1841-1935) to...– ‘Rasputin Was My Neighbor’ And Other True Tales Of Time Travel (via npr)
It’s easy for me to get choked. I look out over my week and from where I sit, on my unmade bed in my uncleaned room with my unwashed hair, the small things stack up until I do nothing out of paralysis. But then I have a morning, a night, a moment of singing or dancing or laughing with my people, and I’m filled with gratitude. There is not one thing I do that I don’t love. Time...
I don’t dislike Valentine’s Day, regardless of whether I have a significant other or not, because of the boo-hoo-single’s-awareness-day-Hallmark-commercialized-whatever; I dislike Valentine’s Day because of the color palette. Can’t we come up with a single goddamn holiday that calls for strong, simple, Anthropologie-inspired earth tones?!
We thought we lost you We thought we lost you We thought we lost you Welcome...– The New Pornographers
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I...– Anaïs Nin (via light-essence)
Family roll call
One of us just had our wisdom teeth out and is eating peanut butter frozen yogurt while hopped up on Vicodin; two of us are watching “Friends with Benefits” for the second time in two days; one of us just watched the entire first season of Downton Abbey in the past 24 hours; only one of us has taken a shower today. (I fulfill only one of these) (And it’s not the one about the...
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, And next year’s words...– T.S. Eliot (via forgottendialects)
1. A year of transitions. 2. First year single (and even then I am not very good at it- something to work on in 2012? Or maybe accept that I am a jumper-offer of cliffs and then plan accordingly. Either way, work to be done.) 3. My first full real time on my own, taking the subway, making vegetable linguine, writing stories, having other people read and hear my stories, trusting friends,...
Too much screens
I am scared of lots of things.
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t gotten my driver’s license because it means I’m expected to, you know, drive, and parking lots and changing lanes and soccer moms make me so nervous that I can’t even listen to music behind the wheel of a car. Sometimes I wake up from uneasy nap dreams with the distinct sensation that I’ve already used up my fair share of romantic love and so...
Things I Will Not Miss Over Break
- Not owning a dishwasher - Not owning money - Boys (and by extension, bras and the high cost of razor blades) - Moodle posts But everything else, man, is going to be something of a struggle.
I have a dull pain in the center of my chest, and for a minute I wonder if it means I will die. Then I remember that of course I will die, and I feel better and eat some honey-roasted mixed nuts and go to bed thinking about cities.
Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or...– Charles Bukowski (via thenocturnals)
There are few things I like better than a really good tilt-shift photograph, because I like miniatures and also the thought that the world can be pocket-sized and manageable if you get it right.
seanrecommends: Sean recommends judgment.
Here is what it is:
I am more uncertain, about tomorrow and next week and next year and next always, than I have ever been before. And with that I think I am cautiously, precariously more happy than I have been in a long long time. Welcome back.
We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way...– Kurt Vonnegut (via girlwithoutwings)
All good books have one thing in common - they are truer than if they had really...– Ernest Hemingway (via elhumcupcake)
That moment when you realize that between the papers finished and the papers started and the stories reshaped and the journal entries extended, you’ve written somewhere around 3,000 words in the course of a single day.
A Full and Comprehensive List of Things I Ate...
- Pancake - Snickers - Beer - Fried squash - Fried banana with Nutella - Beer - Tortilla chips with salsa and sour cream - Senior year will be the death of me
So. I don’t really know. I am very happy, abstractly, but also very restless. I go out three or four nights a week but I always leave parties early because of the creeping sense that I’ve been to them before. I can’t seem to get as drunk as I would like. I feel twice as close with half as many people. I feel like I am behind in all my obligations but the problem is that I used...