If your experience is that your water comes from the tap and that your food...– Derrick Jensen (via cultureofresistance)
This is something about being 28: My afternoon freed up because my best friend’s week-old baby is too sick for a welcome-to-being-alive party, so I’m going to a yoga class and painting my nails.
Him: What are you working on? Me: I’m writing a story. Him: Is it about...– Chris Reblogs: Random Conversation with a Four Year Old This happens every time I tell Tanner that I don’t know what to write.
I feel bad about including in this really loving essay about my grandmother a line about how hard it is to pull up a wet bathing suit after you’ve pulled it down to pee, but tough shit that’s really hard and it was her pool and so that’s my childhood.
He wrote a blog post on the Huffington Post about how social media and bloggers...– Life’s A Pitch | Get off my lawn! (via rachelfershleiser)
I’m writing a poem for poetry class that makes heavy allusions to Beauty and the Beast and to Miranda and Caliban in The Tempest. Did I use the work “clockwork” because it sounds like Cogsworth? I mean, I don’t know. No. Of course not.
Are there any fluent French speakers out there in...
I am looking for a French word that means something like beast, monster, or demon, that starts with f.
I really need this semester to be over, because I have had enough of writing assignments for my class about writing about family, because I keep writing about my grandparents and crying in cafes while I do.
I keep meaning to write a novel about how an innocent young Austrian artist...– Probably the best Awl comment ever. (via manymachines) If you really think about this it will make your head explode.
After spending so much of today slogging through Nabokov’s memoir, it is such a fucking pleasure to come back to my new boyfriend, Michael Ondaatje. Running in the Family is on the syllabus for two of my classes this semester, and I might just read it twice, I love it that much.
the asphalt world: Oh jesus. →
cinderella-undercover: The drama going on in the Tudors tag is ridiculous. If anyone’s going to judge any figure in history, they better know what the hell they’re talking about. Anne Boleyn wasn’t a goddamned gold digger. Her family was. Don’t like her? That’s fine. Understandable, even. But don’t justify your… 1. There is tumblr drama about history. 2. Come at me, bro!
Book people, Can anyone tell me why Speak, Memory is good and worthwhile, and not the boring, self-indulgent snooze-fest it is seeming to me to be? I must be missing something here. Thanks, Jaime PS here is a question mark so tumblr will make this answerable - ?
11am: 30k hits away from victory...
turtlefeed: I am so close to winning turtle awards for everyone on BuzzFeed. Are some of you feeling magnanimous today? Because here’s a round-up of posts, old and new, that you can reblog, tweet, email, stumble, etc. to help me out. Emoticon Faces Acted Out By Turtles Baby Turtles vs. Strawberries The Best of Baby Turtles The Best of Baby Turtles II 30 Stunning Pictures of Sea...
Internet, please explain.
You, the Internet, have been full of righteous rage lately, about the demise of Google Reader. (I took demise to mean change-to-the-point-of-awful-shittiness, right?) But I went to my Goog Reader, and it’s fine. It’s got a slightly new design, like they did to Google Docs, but it’s still usable just the same. What is everyone talking about?
Fellowship application is in, other application is in, I don’t have class until NEXT THURSDAY, I’m going to Beacon tomorrow, and I got a paycheck today. Chinese food is on its way to me.
Dear Mother, I hope you know why I am running away. I hope we meet again. Love,...– The Book Bench: Tony Kushner and the Return of the Gentleman Caller : The New Yorker (via rachelfershleiser) (I changed the quote that Rachel had blogged for this one, but it’s about reblogging the article, right?) I’ve never really cared for The Glass Menagerie, but, in this...
I just need to write this down to explain to...
last half of the research paper career services drop-in cover letter poetry class reading revisions to my motherfucking VILLANELLE revisions to another cover letter revisions to CV Time to go eat dinner somewhere [EDIT: and read Primo Levi to, what, clear my head?] and go to class. Okay. But hey, I wrote a VILLANELLE.