February 2011
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January 2011
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The majority of today was fine, if unremarkable. And yet, I’ve sunk into moodiness. Hmmph.
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In the End There Were Thousands of Cowboys
And then I jumped in the river, but the doggone river was dry —Hank Williams Sr.
I. High Lonesome
The cowboy began alone herding his two, three hundred head
one day feedlots bloomed like black bruises on the sand-colored plains
and the cowboy couldn’t unwild himself and he couldn’t make the feedlots wilder
so he looked at his hands and he broke his bread and struck out for sand-
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Produce
No mountains or ocean, but we had orchards in northwestern Ohio, roadside stands telling what time of summer: strawberries, corn, apples—-and festivals to parade the crops, a Cherry Queen, a Sauerkraut Dance. Somebody would block off a street in town, put up beer tents and a tilt-a-whirl. Our first jobs were picking berries. We’d ride out early in the back of a pickup—- ...
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The Baby-sitters Club: Where are They Now? →
This is perfect on so many levels.
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Today I picked up a Libre Tea-To-Go glass, after coveting my friend Brin’s for several months. I was SUPER EXCITED to try it out, only upon first use to find that the lid leaks. It leaks a lot. Due to the glass portion of the tumbler expanding from the hot water, it also is impossible to remove the filter portion of the lid to drink my tea for about twenty minutes.
D: D: D:
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When I ask myself why I study feminist theory, it basically boils down to this:
Feminist theory does not speak for all women. However, I don’t dismiss it because I do believe it speaks for some women.
Feminism doesn’t work for everyone, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t work for anyone.
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Daily I Fall in Love with Waitresses
Daily I fall in love with waitresses with their white bouncing name tags KATHY MARGIE HONEY SUE and white rubber shoes. I love how they bend over tables pouring coffee. Their perky breasts hover above potatoes like jets coming in to LAX hang above the suburbs— shards of broken stars. I feel their fingers roughened by cube steaks softened with grease slide over me. Their hands and lean...
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“After take 400, Kubrick would’ve been, ‘All right, cut!’ and I’d be, like, ‘Stanley, can I do one more?’ ‘Whaaat?’ ‘Look, I know I’m just drinking this glass of water, but I think I can find another side to this. Let’s just do one more, OK?’ ‘Arrrgh, OK, Reeves.’ You know what? I would’ve broken...
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Bill Murray's Speech to Sofia Coppela at the NBR...
“They told me I have two minutes. I’m going to pop this Red Hot [candy, pops in mouth] so I’ll be finished in two minutes [mumbling with candy in mouth]. Why do you give this award? Why? Because you have to throw a party. Because you have to compete with the Golden Globes. [Cheers.] We all asked that question. You’re able to get out tonight, celebrate — without your...
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Mama and Papa Chau have arrived home safe, sound, and very tan.
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Hysteria
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white...
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Inheriting the Hoard →
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I have an intense craving not for cereal, but just cereal milk.
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Highway Suite
Leaving again, my car drones up the pass, drifts in and out of fog before climbing steeply up toward treeline.
Each time I travel through the pass, a change occurs, as the rain-fed, rain-gorged, lush green blossoming of moss and mold gives way to white slopes of snow.
It is like the moment after I say goodbye. We become ourselves for a slow moment I want to lengthen between us.
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Things are fucked up in Arkansas.
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