August 2010
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jimmyrabbitte replied to your photo: It’s your kids, Marty! Something’s gotta be done…
Oh, Elizabeth Shue. You are so out of place in the Back to the Future universe. Whyfore aren’t thou Claudia Wells?
Claudia Wells does not make a horrified expression quite as hilarious as the one E. Shue rocks.
That said, it is obviously true that she is the superior Jennifer.
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“It is hard to laugh at the need for beauty and romance, no matter how tasteless,...”
– Nathaniel West - Day of the Locust
I just recently realized that I’ve been reading a ton of LA-based fiction lately (The Big Sleep and now Less Than Zero), so I thought I should briefly revisit one of my all-time favorites. Los Angeles fiction is so rich and underrated.
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“For five years now, I’ve been addicted to cold turkey.”
– Zach Galifianakis
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Why I should never work from home.
The Oatmeal wrote this thing about why working from home is awesome. And also horrible. I worked from home today because I am sick and have been for-like-ever. And then I realized that I should stop being sick for the following reasons.
I actually did work from home. A butt load of work, actually. I hopped on calls, filled in Excel sheets and IM’d with coworkers all day long. What good is...
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I walked to work this morning.
On the way, I crossed Second Avenue behind a young black man who was carrying a child. He looked like he was a teenager, probably not older than 15 or 16. A Latino kid on a bike heading north rode by, almost hitting the two of them. “Estupido!” he hissed as he passed. The black kid seemed stunned. He looked at the child he was holding, a two-year-old whose face was...
Words
by Anne Sexton
Be careful of words, even the miraculous ones. For the miraculous we do our best, sometimes they swarm like insects and leave not a sting but a kiss. They can be as good as fingers. They can be as trusty as the rock you stick your bottom on. But they can be both daisies and bruises.
Yet I am in love with words. They are doves falling out of the ceiling. They are six...
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“Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may again touch one...”
– Salman Rushdie (via sometimesagreatnotion)
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Watch“You know, if I had three wishes that I could make this holiday season, first, of course, would be for all the children to get together and sing. The second would be for the $30 million every month to me. And the third would be for all encompassing power over every living being thing in the entire universe.”
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loved
Here it is: I am a year older.
That’s the truth of it all. I am a year older and this is your life, Michelle Said! This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time. Fight Club meets game shows. I am Michelle’s boundless enthusiasm for all things chocolate.
You wake up, you go to work, you come home. You meet up with friends and have dinner. You laugh, you drink, you eat....
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'Cathy' comic strip to end after 34 years →
ACK!
As a single woman, who am I supposed to look up to now? Carrie Bradshaw? She doesn’t eat any chocolate and her swimsuit phobia is negligible at best.
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“Not being bullet proof is an idea I had had to get used to.”
– Raymond Chandler - The Big Sleep
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displacement
April plucked a bottle of Australian Shiraz off of the shelf. The smoothness and weight of the bottle felt good in her hands. Liquid contained, curved like a spine. A fine present, a solid present. She walked to the front of the store and approached Cormac. “Shiraz?” She presented the bottle to him, label forward, like a waitress. “Red? Yes. Good.” “You don’t know anything about wine, do...
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joy division - she’s lost control
Claustrophilia
by Alice Fulton
It’s just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us,
not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning close
to the body as possible without risk of immolation.
Nearness without contact causes numbness. Analgesia.
Pins and needles. As the snugness of the surgeon’s glove causes hand fatigue.
At least this procedure requires no swag or goody bags,
stuff...
a bright wall in a dark room.: The Iron Giant... →
SAVE FERROUS
by Michael Hails
There is a knife-narrow quadrant of youth wherein a child begins to truly recognize the depth of the world around them, but has yet to understand any corner of it as something to be feared. Unknowns only exist as potential adventure and the imagination is freed…
My friend Michael doesn’t have a Tumblr on which to pimp his awesome contribution to...
“I caught glimpses of people’s rooms: a white enamel jar against a window...”
– Colum McCann - Let the Great World Spin
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we are professionals
Michelle: sweet
Chad: IT IS NOT SWEET
Chad: IT IS BUSINESS
Michelle: sweet business
Michelle: that's my new tagline
Chad: that's good
Chad: FOR A PROSTITUTE
Michelle: sweet prostitute business
Michelle: THAT'S my new tagline
Chad: that's a BINGO
not knowing
My friends on Facebook are growing large.
Their bellies protrude outward in an intimidating fashion. Updates are daily. Where there is one there will soon be two. These are women I’ve known since we were girls.
One is Indian. She used to listen to R&B and wear glasses that covered half of her face. I was on a soccer team with her once. We used to carpool to school together, but we were never...
