February 2012
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This is my New York
Yesterday I made time for one of my favorite activities, sitting in a coffee shop and doing nothing. Not reading, not writing, NOT ‘rithmetic, not staring at my phone. Just sitting there with my coffee and watching everyone walk through the door, either making people uncomfortable because they know I’m observing them, or making them feel bad because I look like a girl waiting for a...
January 2012
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Frantic Texts From a Friend Who's Just Discovered...
I just discovered Friday Night Lights yesterday; sent a similar barrage of texts to my FNL veteran friends.
fleish:
XX: FNL totally has its hooks in me. XX: So so so addicted to FNL. Things I love: Connie Britton, saracen’s best friend, street’s crippled buddies. Things I don’t love: the street-riggins-lyla love triangle. Seems stolen from a trashier show. XX: Also,...
14 Amazing Photos of 1980s New York City →
Gothamist via Time Out New York
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I'd Piss There
On the way back from a day-trip to Montauk yesterday, four of us piled in my friend’s sweet family vehicle borrowed from her parents (1999 Chevy Tahoe), as you can imagine—or maybe not—many restroom stops were needed. So many, in fact, that we fell into the habit of pointing out clean-looking gas stations even when we didn’t have to go. “Yeah, I’d piss...
December 2011
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November 2011
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BORING THINGS I FOUND IN MY DRAFTS FOLDER PART III
Many hours indoors, a few episodes of House Hunters, a lot of episodes of other shows, quite a few dark and stormys (and other beverages, even water at times), and maybe half of a Thomas Kincaid jigsaw puzzle later, and we have made it through Irene. I really did plan for the worst,
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BORING THINGS I FOUND IN MY DRAFTS FOLDER PART II
I discovered this weekend that I am now only (for the most part) afraid of two things: bears and ghosts. Bears are scary because they will kill you in a second and also kill your dog and you most likely can’t outrun them. They will chase you up a tree if they feel like it. This didn’t happen to me this weekend, in fact bears are not a threat in the part of Chenango County where I go,...
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BORING THINGS I FOUND IN MY DRAFTS FOLDER PART I
My parents are in the process of shifting their home base to a more bucolic setting, and within a few years my childhood home will be someone else’s property. But for the time being, my mom’s herb garden is keeping its permanent address in the suburbs. Even though the plants are left unattended often, they are happy and thriving outside, and when I do make it up to the suburbs for a...
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October 2011
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To me, nothing says melancholy, slow, cold fall...
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welcome to the age of baby dreams
me: i had one where my mom was giving birth and i was standing behind her watching her
me: basically watching myself being born?
me: that one was nuts
Meaghan: OH! i had one where i had TWO kids that i found OUT ON MY WINDOW (there is no ledge there but there were babies!) and i was running around town looking for someone to help me and then my backpack full of cheese fell and these two homeless men STOLE ALL THE CHEESE and then i tried to get a cab but they wouldn't let me in with the two babies
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Notes
Last week’s Times puzzles were some serious fun, esp. Friday. At work, I moved a lot of dusty files and was very sweaty. Saturday I walked with friends for hours, went to Zuccotti Park and gawked, then rode the ferry to Staten Island and ate pizza. Sunday I flopped around the apartment in a fog, baked some muffins. What will this week bring?
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“We’ve all seen or read so many scenes of women taking care of each other by...”
– Caitlin Horrocks on her story “Sun City”
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Meaghan: and i was like YEAH I AM A LADY
Meaghan: LET ME JUST FINISH THIS BOTTLE OF WINE THAT I OPENED AN HOUR AGO
me: right out of the bottle?
Meaghan: no no, i kept it fancy and put it in a glass
Meaghan: ...a pint glass
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September 2011
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WatchHerman Dune “Tell Me Something I Don’t Know” from Jon Hamm
I’ve been watching this every day for like. Three days.
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“The real challenge is not “I’m too busy to cook.” In 2010 the average American,...”
– Mark Bittman, Is Junk Food Really Cheaper
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“But food choices are not black and white; the alternative to fast food is not...”
– Mark Bittman, Is Junk Food Really Cheaper?
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W. W. Norton: My Aunts →
wwnorton:
Grew up on the Jersey Shore in the 1970s. Always making margaritas in the kitchen, always laughing and doing their hair up pretty, sharing lipstick and shoes and new juice diets; always splitting the bills to the last penny, stealing each other’s clothes, loving one another then turning and…
A beautiful, satisfying poem.
I’m wearing my favorite pair of shorts for the 18th or so day in a row. They are comfortable and, in my mind, cute enough and suit my style, so there you have it.
One night I was walking down the sidewalk in these shorts. A group of guys was idling on the sidewalk, gettin’ their kicks by humiliating women passing by, as groups of men idling on sidewalks are wont to do. After I passed...
August 2011
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This is the last time I ever post anything like...
But I can’t resist. I got all verklempt listening to “Love on Top” on my way into work today. What is happening to me?
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“If such a disorder exists, as I’m inclined to think it does, I’m...”
– Garret Keizer in his essay on teaching in September’s Harper’s, which I’m reading with my iPhone in hand
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Mercury in Retrograde
When Mercury is in retrograde, shit goes haywire, every time, in a very trivial but maddening way. This time around: I lost my keys AND my metrocard, forgot to close out bar tabs, threw out my back doing nothing and could barely walk for a day, and in general was just a smidge clumsier than usual. I look forward to Mercury cooling his wise-ass jets beginning Friday.
I guess I believe in astrology...
“Lauren: Pataki 2012: I’m Not Batshit Crazy
Me: Pataki: Bringin’...”
– via Meaghan - Pataki 2012 Slogans. Good work, guys.
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“…she worshipped her father. We all did really. Our fathers were the ones...”
– Alison Espach, The Adults