Tuesday, June 30, 2009


I read Sara's blog, and damn, it was delightful.  She actually stopped writing in it over a year ago, and such a shame, cause she was so great at it.
Anyways a list of things that are making me happy:

+good fun stories from shannon
+finding a trader joe's by my house
+going home next week to see my family
+my internship (surprisingly)
+summer sun
+the titian, tintoretto, veronese exhibit

Hook, Line and Sinker

Well I got back the phone, and the card has been cancelled and they are sending me the new one. I guess we all make poor decisions, and responsibility isn't about avoiding them but dealing with them when they come up.

I got taken out for dinner, and it was really nice.  Dad was right: "Sometimes its easier to love a rich man than a poor man." 

Sunday, June 28, 2009


Lost phone.
Lost atm card.
Ripped jeans.
Broken blender.
Shattered martini glass.

Take a look at yourself.  A big one.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

capitalist PIG

The ads might be temporary, I'm just doing this for me, but what if someone stumbles upon this, and wants to know more about earning a college degree online.  Aren't I offering a necessary service?

Still I can't help but feel like I'm ruining the intimacy of having it be just me, myself and my ideas. And the imagined solidarity a reader might feel too when reading.


I want to explore the American South.

Also, remember William Eggleston photography.

The Web

"There should be at least a room, or some corner where no one will find you and disturb you or notice you.  You should be able to untether yourself from the word and set yourself free, loosing all the fine strings and strands of tension that bind you, by sight, by sound, by thought, to the presence of others."
                                       --Thomas Merton

I blog because I have a nagging sense of self-importance.  Then again my entire generation does between blogs, facebook, twitter, and the myriad of other social networking sites available to us, we are probably the most self-aware (read self-obsessed) generation yet to come.  

Thomas Merton, though part of the patriarchy, was right.  I need to find a place to be with me.

Sara's Poetry

I hope one day she is famous.

say you love someone, just say
you love someone and holding their hand
or rubbing your thumb over their hipbone is all
you can think about during the week
you punch a clock 9 to 5 and there they are 1200 miles
away with your clumsy thumb
wearing that hipbone down, just say
you love someone and that hipbone
is all you have to help you through the day
the idea of their hipbone is just enough
in your mind you've whittled it down
because your heart got too hurt and the slow
touch of that bone was all that's left like a rut
where a truck tire stayed
spinning, not the way a buck makes his mark, something more
sloppy, but at least it didn't slide downhill, at least
it held steady, maybe as steady as a hipbone, maybe
long enough for the tread to meet what it needed to 
get out at just the right moment, just say
you love someone and you know that
it's best to give that hipbone up sometimes
the idea of that hipbone and all the wearing down
you can't do because 1200 miles 
is what really holds that hipbone
--Sara Slaughter

Friday, June 26, 2009

I miss them all

"I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, people who have been kind enough not to sue me when I took their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister."
                                                                 --J.K. Rowling

I like you

And I think you'd be good for me. 

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Dad's day

My father's day card was just returned to sender: insufficient postage.  Sorry Dad.

My dad and I have a relationship that has taken time to build. And he's certainly not like this father, but he is a great guy.  I must resend.


Remember your size, because no matter how small, you too are capable of breaking things.

And thank you L.L. Bean  for your lifetime warranties.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

I know going to a liberal arts college I should have more respect for her but the truth is her writing just doesn't resonate with me.  That said, what an incredible play/film.
Who isn't afraid of living a life without false illusions?

You are what you are

We don't really change.  

"You may be wrong about a lot of stuff now, wrong about almost everything, but you might as well get used to kind of person you are right now, because that person isn't going anywhere."

--Jonathan Franzen


Today at work Pia brought in Frikadellers for intern lunch Wednesdays. While I normally don't like meat I found these garlicky flattened meatballs delicious.

Must try again.

I think they would be delightful with a good potato salad.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Bleed the truth

Why him?  
From experience, just be careful.
Verdict is still out.

The Closet

The Closet (Le Placard) is a hilarious French comedy and should be seen.  Repeatedly.

Gay men in the closet, are not people you want to be getting involved with.  They need to be avoided, as far as romantic entanglements are concerned.


My life was easier in a foreign country.

My summer

I've realized I need this blog to remember the small things happening around me.

And also as a way to reflect on those things I should avoid in the future.  Or, at the other end of the spectrum, fully embrace.