December 2009
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I saw monkeys digging through the trash today. One was eating out of a potato chip bag. There was a mother with an infant clinging to her. I found them downstairs, next to the bbq pit. Tamer than squirrels, I’d say—they hardly bothered to notice me. I talked on the phone with my friend Kevin while I watched them. “Kevin! Oh! There is a monkey! No. Two...
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I poached two eggs for breakfast this morning. A stove! Finally! I bought a bag of grits and bacon. I bought yoghurts, and bread, butter and jam. Breakfast has to be the best meal. What’s more fun than poaching eggs? Or hard boiling them? Or frying bacon? (Danish streaky bacon! $2.25 per 100 grams.) I think I would be happy with just a shelf of books and a stove to cook on. The place I am...
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In a city, learning to live without privacy. It’s hard to conjure the voice of this tumblr here, so the posts are long in coming. My birthday was three days ago, but an insignificant age: 31. How awkward it feels on the tongue compared to thirty. How privileged it was to have my own bathroom, and bedroom, and porch, and mailbox—I see that now. To have everything and be close to...