August 2009
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July 2009
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Last night — I’m mid-conversation with a friend when I look at my blackberry and begin replying to a text message. I don’t excuse myself, I just begin typing. And while I don’t think I stopped listening to my friend (I being of a generation of able multi-taskers), there’s no way he could have known that; if someone I was talking with suddenly began saliently toying...
Don't tell ME how to feel today.
At 6:00 am someone drove away from the building parking lot (of which my apartment sits directly above) listening to Don’t Worry Be Happy, loud as shit, with their window down.
Now, this is the sort of tune that situates itself into the playlist of the mind and sets itself on repeat. Especially when it’s the first song - the first thing - heard upon waking.
In other words,...
“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
– Augusten Burroughs
(via free-enterprise)
(via stevienyc)
Conversations with a Chinaman
Sung: I told you to take a 1/4 swing.
Me: What was that, like 1/3?
Sung: (in all seriousness) No it was like between 1/4 and 1/2.
Lovely.
That's gay
I read in the New Yorker an essay about the 40th anniversary of the Stonewall rebellion. The author quotes an article from a 1966 issue of Time* in which homosexuality is described as
a pathetic little second-rate substitute for reality, a pitiable flight from life. As such it deserves fairness, compassion, understanding and, when possible, treatment. But it deserves no encouragement, no...
Hello, old friend.
I had a friend named Vicodin Who brought the bliss for which I yearned. I thought our time would last, but then He left and so the pain returned.
Inspired by this
The macaroni salad I just ate
will haunt me for the rest of the day.