January 2009
156 posts
Sorry, tumblr. I know you’re tired of me leaving. I’m tired of me leaving, too. I just got some innocent hours to murder. If I come back as that Eat Pray Love lady, you can smite me and the scrapbook I rode in on.
-What are you doing these days?
-Singling here, rustproofing there. I...
– Delillo
“Oh yeah, your postcard. We have a corner of it. It was lost in the mail and transfered from about twenty different places until it, I mean the corner of it, reached us.”
I sent the literary magazine I used to work for a postcard. It didn’t go very well.
Cheongnyangni Train Station
smells like it was built out of waffles.
lunch poems
oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much.
-from “Steps,” 1961. F. O’Hara
ephemeron:
john updike is dead. i mentioned him to someone the other day, about how a&p is a favorite story of mine.
i need to stop talking about my heroes because they all keep dying.
“Now here comes the sad part of the story, at:least my family says it’s sad but I don’t think it’s sad myself. The store’s pretty empty, it being Thursday...
When Google can’t answer the questions I have about the plot of “Lost,” I am so upset.
“You’ve got your whole life ahead of you,” he said, and he stopped pacing to stand beside me…”That’s what worries me,” I said. (The Last Samurai, Helen DeWitt)
Happy Lunar New Year everyone!
inkorea:
sangwonyoon:
One of my biggest pet peeves is when people refer to this holiday as the Chinese New Year. It’s LUNAR NEW YEAR’S!!!!
I wish I were home in Korea to have some ddeokguk with the family.
Happy new year everyone I wish you all the best and only the best for 2009.
LUNAR NEW YEAR FTW!!! HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!!!
Gonna put on my hottest hanbok and pay me some respects.
I'm Alive
montanawaters:
I fractured my collarbone after getting whacked by a run away teenage snowboarder. Hugs appreciated.
Shakes fist. Stupid kids! Doing nothing but smoking weed on the hill and waiting for their big break from Burton.
Colin. I will give you a hug or a beer (your choice) on the hour, every hour.
Entwined” says the same thing as “enveloped,” only the word spirals a bit in its...
– Claire Donato
Free at Last
Dear Jalapeno, Dear Zero, Dear Placebo— A writing group is so Western medicine. A writing group is bruised fruit. Dear Coffee, Dear Deputy— A writing group is the average psyche. A writing group is tight and sexy. Dear Lilac, Dear Nuance, Dear Senses— A writing group eats LUNA bars. A writing group frays loose ends. A writing group makes goose honks.
-Emily Kendal Frey
We Ride It Where It Takes Us
Dear Jalapeno, Dear Leisure Suit, My legs are crossed. She’s overmedicated. He’s watching me watch the man with the beret draw the blonde on his tiny pad. No one is not jealous. Dear Ventricle, Dear Double, Dear Rising Temperatures— Forget about it, their faces chorus. The concept of time is tinted sunglasses. Put that in your pipe, Dear Wolfish. I see a love letter under the...
Some Joie de Vivre:
One kid showed up to my class today. Nothing planned. Had to think fast. So I taught her the word, “scar” and then we traded scar stories for the rest of class.
Sometimes I have this reoccurring dream
that I’m taking a literature course. But it kind of happens in real time. I go to different lectures and check things off my syallabus. I feel ashamed when I haven’t done the reading for some kind of Victorian novel I hate. Last night, in my dream, I had finally read a chapter or two, and I raised my hand to make a contribution. I even wore my hair like the main character. But then...
george bush sr's hat ≤ aretha franklin's hat?