August 2011
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Whatever your idea is, don’t dwell on it. The... →
“And yet in modern American culture, sex is practically the only sin there is....”
– The Pervocracy: When did “sin” become synonymous with sex? (via sexisnottheenemy)
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fascion
thigh-high boots may be sooo last season, but I stumbled across some of them on amazon and couldn’t help but laugh.
Back in Georgia, we called those things “waders”, ladies.
Thigh-high boots..
And waders..
Apparently prada wasn’t the first to think that waders are sexy, however..
And the trend continues..
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Wipe Your Feet: I Hope You Dance →
Pure hilarity.
tesslynch:
I hope you never lose your final set of undies,
You get your fill to eat but still you get the munchies,
May you never shake my hand while sweaty-handed
God forbid you miss the bus that leaves you stranded
I hope you never miss it when they play “Slow Motion”
And never dunk your head into…
July 2011
12 posts
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“Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make...”
– William Gibson (via littleorphanammo)
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exactly
I am another member of this age group who has not had children by choice, with the enthusiastic agreement of my husband. I never had much interest in having children. If our society provided what is available to families in Europe – health care, basic economic security, paid maternity leave, day care, vacations, etc. – I might have done it. But in this country people scream about “family values”...
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twit
just realized that I had a twitter account I’d completely forgotten about.
now deleted.
(I love deleting accounts for various internet time-wasters. It gives me this momentary and delusional feeling of freedom: Take that, Internet! You don’t own me! This feeling is very similar to the feeling one gets when burning old love letters, or ripping photos of your ex into shreds before...
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chronicles of a quarter-life employment crisis
Ah, the smirk-faced question about having an ‘unstable’ job history. My favorite.
I always want to reply with something snarky, like “I know that by the time you were 27, you’d already been at this company for 10 years and now you’ve been here for 40 years because you have no imagination and have never wanted more for yourself and you’re boring me to death just...
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more rejects
best wedding cake (are those dead pigs??) ever:
Russian boxer?
YES:
WTH?! I know Rosanne is crazy and all, but whoever photoshop-created these had poor taste..
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Photo rejects
When I was searching for the photos to use for my rant on Russian bread, I came across some photographic gems that I have to share. Check these out:
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russkii hleb, a photo essay
I seriously have the best timing for going to the grocery.
I was perusing the bread aisle this evening when a young man invaded my personal space. I turned around, took one look and a whiff of too strong, the-store-suddenly-smells-like-a-Moscow-dance-club, wtf-you’re-just-grocery-shopping cologne and knew the guy was Russian. Plus, he had no sense of personal space.. so Russian. Also, he...
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Recent job cover letter
Dear Person Who Should Give Me a Job:
“I was born to write. But like a character in a low-budget, made-for-TV movie, I’ve found the path to my dreams blocked with myriad obstacles, including the economic recession and an annoying obligation to pay my rent. Melodrama mostly aside, I do consider writing to be one of my greatest skills, second only to my ability to eat and followed...
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"'Oh, yes, don't you know the distinction?
Tribal mothers always tell their children that there are two kinds of anger: hot and cold. Boys and girls experience both, but as they grow up the angers separate according to the sex. Boys need hot anger to survive. They need the inclination to fight, the drive to sink the knife into flesh, the energy and initiative of fury. It’s a requirement of hunting, of defense, of pride. Maybe of sex,...
June 2011
10 posts
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Speaking of Walmart..
I have a knack for going shopping at the same time as tourists, particularly of the foreign variety. Some past Walmart experiences:
A gaggle of Chinese businessmen blocking the hot sauce aisle. One of them was holding up an industrial-sized jar of pickled hot beans (this is New Orleans, we love our spicy foods) and speaking excitedly (or so it sounded). Another of the men, obviously not sharing...
My favorite aisle at Walmart
is the As-Seen-on-TV aisle. So many gadgets to solve problems I never knew I had! Here are some of my favorites:
I’ve always thought it was really annoying to have to eat 25 little cupcakes. Thank goodness someone finally understands.
Holy Bible thumb drive keychain! RoboJesus 2.0 approves. His next request is that you let his followers telecommute to church..
I don’t know...
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How to cope with failure
Take a deep breath. Hold it so you don’t hyperventilate. Hold it until your lungs feel like they’ll burst.
Close your eyes and start mentally deleting your dreams of a livable salary and benefits, of ever owning that awesome fixer-upper house on Baronne St., of having a job that won’t destroy your soul, of having a job at all.
Try to delete your imaginings of what everyone will...
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of...”
– Jim Morrison (via beautyunfolds)
“The liberal class, despite becoming an object of widespread public scorn,...”
– Chris Hedges (via azspot)
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daze of the week
week in review.
Anger It’s 10am. Downstairs the neighbors are fighting. I can hear the man (always shirtless, showing off his red/brown tanned skin and featherweight-boxer build, which is a fine pairing for his lifeless eyes, small snake-slitted nose and thin lips covering teeth he doesn’t seem to care about as much as he cares about his muscles) yellingyelling and the sound of...
May 2011
1 post
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the death of a diarist
Dear Not so Dear Diary,
I’ve kept a diary - or “journal”, as non-sentimental and very adult folks like to call it - since I was around 13 years old. I had been writing even before that, writing short stories (meaning 3 pages) that I illustrated with crayons. No one had to encourage me to write; it was something I did to pass the time when my homework was done (or not), mom...
October 2010
1 post
toska
There’s something about a Sunday. Something about this time of day, too. This temperature - the windows are cracked open and a not-as-cool-as-we’d-hoped, fall-ish breeze is anemically moving the air in the room. The curtains are gathered up to the side, making the windows look like giant, winking eyes.
Those once-amber window eyes are dimming, casting long bookshelftabletvchair shaped...
August 2010
3 posts
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“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it....”
– Howard Thurman (via holy-moly)
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diana vilibert: On Real Men →
I saw her through the window as the B train pulled up to my platform this morning, her face twisted in a silent, pained grimace, a Cubist sculpture of splotchy skin, wet cheeks, unbrushed hair. As as I sat down and the doors closed, I noticed the man sitting next to her, his hand placed softly…
A beautiful vignette. I read with a teaspoonful of longing.
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“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Charles Bukowski (via ifwewerefeckless, earthboundwinglessdream, & doomantia) (via neonmedusa) (via electronicalrattlebag)
July 2010
4 posts
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Homecoming Queen
Flared nostril, buzzing blood, thick blood causing heart to beat palpitatingly. Here comes the exposition. Nerves light up like lights on a switchboard - all because i’m going home.
It’s not just going home. It’s the drive through southern fields, punctuated by bovine smell and rotting shacks-turned-greenhouses for kudzu. What am I saying, the south is one big greenhouse it...
stfucolink asked: That was by far the perfect description of the city. I'm looking into relocation to Nola. I went there once for only a week this year and I fell in love. I'm Colin btw and I love your photos, writing, and the fact that you live in one of the greatest cities in America. I will be following with charismatic interest. :)
stfucolink asked: Do you live in New Orleans?
the days move like a man falling down the stairs
Monday.
A day spent angry at the “system” - whatever the hell that means.
Tuesday.
The power went off at work. Transformer blew. The whole building let out a collective #$%)*! as documents were lost and important phone calls threatened to end, but the anger quickly melted into child-like giddiness at the simple prospect of sitting in a dark building with people you don’t...
June 2010
6 posts
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Sun is on my Side by Gogol Bordello. From...
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REMoir
The lightning strikes so fast and frequently, the rolls of thunder sound like peals of deep, sad laughter, echoing through the streets as though they were canyons. The streets fill with water (alas, life below sea level) and cars stall in deep puddles.
I have vivid associations with weather, it’s like I catalog all of the places I’ve been and feelings I’ve felt and important...
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Natacha Atlas - Shubra, from the album Ayeshteni...
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“And now I cannot remember how I would have had it.”
– John Ashbery (somewhat via beenthinking)
May 2010
7 posts
shadow theater
The rain is tat-tat-tatting on my 150 year old windows.
Lighting flashes, accompanied by ear-splitting thunder so near-simultaneous that my brain can’t tell there’s a lag. Car alarms go off, ringing through a morning rendered primordially silent by lack of human activity. The power flickers, flickers, then dies.
I watch my pets hide. I feel like hiding in my apartment, too. It would...
The Cure, Lullaby.
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Ark
I finally feel as though I earned Today. My hands built a place where children can be children. What was an empty lot - an overgrown reminder of neglect, poverty and disaster - is now filled with color and diversion. The air was thick and wind gusted in indecisive spurts from the Mississippi. Little specks of rain threatened to become a storm, and I thought of the way the weather here in the south...
April 2010
3 posts
Bachelorette by Bjork, from Homogenic (1997)
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settle
I know I haven’t been writing much lately. Let me explain..
A little over a month ago, my job hunt came to an end when I got an offer from a place in New Orleans. Before I started applying for jobs, New Orleans had not even been on my radar, really, and of all the locations I had applied for jobs, it was the least appealing (or so I thought). But a job is a job and I took it. That gave me...
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claim
You know, I know, I have no claim - no claim to you, who you are, what you do I can only claim the pain of being tame, forced to watch from my cage.
Like a mortgage on a house I do not own, you buy the life, I pay the loan. Your bet leaves me in emotional debt, shackled by standards I never signed off for. I’ll be forced to work my frustrations off: they just aren’t becoming of a...