September 2009
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WatchWhere I first kissed a girl. Looks sad here, but it was a good day.
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WatchUnless of course the girl I kissed about 30 times one day during gym class in third grade counts.
August 2009
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Daisy
One of the incredible things about the Great Gatsby is Daisy’s disappearance after the car accident. She gives one last wave goodbye to Gatsby and the reader, and then she’s gone. All the other threads of the book are tied up in the last chapter: Jordan Baker & Nick’s relationship, Meyer Wolfshiem, Tom Buchanan, and we almost get enough about Gatsby himself to know who he was...
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On living forever
I don’t think I could ever kill myself like Sylvia Plath or Ernest Hemingway. Both of those suicides were acts of insanity.
I want to cling to life until the grubby end like JD Salinger. That’s my kind of madness.
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Hi
How are you?
Even when the East excited me most, even when I was most keenly aware of its superiority to the bored, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which spared only the children and the very old—even then it had always for me a quality of distortion. —On the East vs Midwest. Great Gatsby.
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“Thirty—the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single...”
– On being thirty. The Great Gatsby.
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Pregnant Woman about to move to Japan: hmm, i think i should focus on learning a little bit of japanese first. otherwise i might not understand a word (i.e. at the hospital).
Pregnant Woman: That's a scary idea.
Me: nature will take over.
Me: You could give birth in the woods with just pine needles and a babbling brook to help you out and it would be fine.
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A clear blue day, a close-clipped furze of white snow crisping all the cock-eyed angles of roof and chimney below, and the river white. Sun behind the building to the left,striking a gold-dollar glow from a domed tower I don’t know the name of. If I can only write a page, half a page, here every day and keep myself counting blessings and working slowly to come into a better life. -Sylvia...
“I may have a baby someday: I feel quite smiley about it. Where has the old scare...”
– Sylvia Plath
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“Joy: show joy & enjoy: then others will be joyful. Bitterness the one sin....”
– Sylvia Plath, journals.
She sang hymns out of tune and carried a yellow...
With these our hells and our heavens So few inches apart We must be awfully small And not as strong as we think we are.
-Rich Mullins
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someone: I'm suffering from urges again
someone else: have sex with a cantaloupe?
someone: ok I'm off to do that now.
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txt messages: last night
ME: I want anthony michael hall to make me a martini.
Rai: Haha. poof ur a martini.
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WatchThese were in one of my pots outside (there were more in a small pool of water right next to it.) Think I killed them all.
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On whisking egg whites
from La Bonne Cuisine de Madame E. Saint-Ange
Imagine this scenario, which could occur in any number of houses possessing kitchen equipment that is otherwise quite respectable. Madame demands, in vain, that her oven produce soufflés as well risen as those at her favorite restaurant, or Mademoiselle wants to amuse herself making cookies and meringues but they are completely unsuccessful.
If, in...