Looks like I've officially missed the boat to be... →
Tangentially, I hereby predict that Elle Fanning will play Valentine. Judging from her performance in Super 8, she’d do a damn fine job.
Goodbye, Blue Monday
Never before have I come into contact with a thought experiment, for lack of a better term, played out in a work of literature, art, or theater, as I have in this book. I didn’t think I was liking this book, for a while, and then I was like OH WAIT I SEE WHAT HE’S DONE HERE. “Once I understood what was making America such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing...
Last night, I got an email from Kiva.org notifying me that I had $25 in my account with them. “Buh-whah?” I thought to myself eloquently. “I thought I donated that money last December! Don’t tell me I screwed up somehow and it didn’t go through or something?” The reality of the situation is far more awesome. I had forgotten, or perhaps never realized, that the...
my right eye woke me up to a WORLD OF PAIN. Most of the day, an emergency visit to the eye doctor, some anesthetic drops and some steroid/antibiotic drops (but, frustratingly, no conclusive diagnosis) later, things have improved, but I had a very interesting experience for the first 4 or 5 hours of my day: Partial/self-imposed blindness. Not being able to use my eyes (or not being willing to do...
is fun, and I should get back into the habit. But, you know, baby steps. So I started with some nanofiction, because that’s totally what people mean, right? Anyway, I submitted to these folks. I think I might try to make a once-weekly habit of it; if I learned one thing in college, it’s that deadlines produce results. Quality is of little concern right now, although as always, it...
In order of appearance: to Eben, friend number one, for inviting me; to Monty, stranger number one, for being shameless; to Talya, stranger number two, for notes about phone etiquette; to Chloe, friend number two, for always having another quip ready; to Teen Girl Scientist Monthly, random band, for catchy melodies and simple drums; to The Bitter End, on Bleeker Street, for the miniature dance...
Actual Questions, Vol. I
Birdy: This one friend of mine lost her 'K' key once, and so whenever she needed to type a 'K', she just googled "Gregor Samsa".
Me: Why didn't she just search "Kafka"?
It Really Is More Fun Live
Special thanks to Chris Fox, and the firm where his dad works, for these AMAZING seats at last night’s Mets game. In you’re wondering, yes, the excellent location and surprising plushiness of the seats made up for the fact that, otherwise, it was a pretty disappointing game. Best get-the-crowd-hyped display of the night: as part of a ticker-tape-style read-out of how to say...
Dude, when you’re having a rough day, a juice box fuckin’ hits the...– Grant Gendron, one of the wisest friends I have.
Pokemon for adults.
There are few greater pleasures.
In which texting with my mom displays just how...
Me: Just made some soup from a can. On the stove!
Mom: This news renders me speechless.