Remember when you read The Great Gatsby and your teacher told you that Fitzgerald was trying to capture the essence of America in the 1920′s? Or how Steinbeck put the entire experience of an Okie within the 400-ish pages of The Grapes of Wrath? Or Kerouac and the 60′s drug culture? Or Sedaris and the…
There’s Something Else
I’m in a completely different outfit than the one I had on during my monologue to introversion and myers briggs. I’m also listening to a very different pandora station (only six hours left for july before I have to pay! Don’t they make enough on the adverts played every five songs?). But that’s not why…
The Sound of Silence
To be an introvert is not to be a misanthrope. It’s not to fear others or misunderstand others or distrust others. It’s not simply to prefer spending a Friday night on your couch with a good book and your cat (though it could be – under some circumstances). It’s not to dislike travel or leaving…
Ode To Awkward
Legs in the air like an upside-down turtle, Tongue on a frozen pole in the cold, Runner whose foot gets stuck on the hurdle, You’re that woman in the belly shirt although she’s too old. You’re the reason my thoughts are spoken in reverse, The rhyme for words like “hoist” and “oozed,” You’re the kid…
Maybe I Should Start Wearing Sunscreen
If you’ve seen this before (or if I stole it off your Facebook page), I’m sorry. But if you haven’t, do watch. I spent today working on a website that is not quite completed, but should be by tomorrow by 3pm. That was my self-made goal, and I’m going to keep it. Staying inside all…
Dear Chrome,
You may be faster. A lot faster, actually. So fast that I feel like you’re one of those superfastworkerswhoneverreallystopstocatchabreathandinevitablymakesamistakeexceptforthefactthatyouhaven’tyetmadeanymistakes, but the fact remains that you don’t have Fire FTP or FireShot or Firebug or the SearchStatus bar, or, well, that curly fox with the bushy tail who kind of reminds me of Keats. So I…
A Welcome Tab
It’s an evening for rap. Sometimes I need the Beatles. Sometimes I need Josh Ritter Wilco or Sheryl Crowe. And sometimes I need Lil’ Wayne’s references to late texts. I applied to be a beta tester for Facebook. Not totally sure what that entails, besides writing and a trip to the west coast, but if…
Why I want to be Kate Monster
Posting here from a fifth floor walk-up in New York. Washington Heights to be more specific. The words “fifth floor walk-up” have an almost romantic appeal to me, they ring of city and busy and stress. And tallness. Yesterday, Anna and I left the apartment at 9am, and we didn’t get back until almost midnight.…
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