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there go the movies…
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Life’s Rich Pageant
So I was re-alphabetizing my CDs–oh my God this is your favorite blog ever because I write such interesting posts, right???–and every time I do that I’m like, THIS IS STUPID FUCK IT I’M GETTING RID OF ALL OF THEM RIGHT NOW, because what are CDs even? And then I usually do get rid of […]
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I’m smarter than you. (File under: precocious childhood, adult-onset failure.) That’s why I’m here on your computer monitor: to steer you artfully around the pitfalls that a human of average intelligence encounters daily.
Here’s a fact you might not know: your body is smarter than you, too! It goes about its business, making new blood […]
twofer
The what.
Last night on the bathroom line at a popular Lower East Side bar, which on the weekends is swamped with cretinous 20-something girls who get dressed up to go out to bars, and the guys who hang out with them.
The warm up.
An annoying girl and her annoying friends are ahead of Left Hook on […]
Do you get sick of me?
Because I get sick of myself.
Blargh.
When I do something, I really do it. Like: I might listen to all the Silver Jews records in my possession (well, except the newest one) like 476 times, reread Actual Air, and send Mr. Pistol a text that says, “Do you think if David Berman met me, he would […]
Operation Short Story
I don’t want to be a total hater and trash the fuck out of this story that was in last week’s New Yorker. I was planning to write about a different story that I liked, but then that magazine–it was in Zoetrope–got buried in some pile, and I can’t find it anywhere, and how do […]
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I should know better than public radio on Sunday mornings, but it’s automatic: I get out of bed and switch that shit on.
Is there anything more disgusting than childbirth?
Yes. People discussing the joy and wonder of childbirth.
Is there anything more disgusting than the so-called joy and wonder of childbirth?
I believe so: the joy and wonder […]
fuck. fuck.
This is only my second day on the “job” so when Lappy froze with this Geemers conversation on the display, it was panic station. I thought blood would come out of my eyes, which is a nice change from feeling like it’s coming out of my ears.
Read this entry >>To be stricken from the lexicon:
For starters:
reverb-soaked
Brooklyn-based
romcom
groovy
tasty
panties (esp. the way Mr. Pistol pronounces it: pannies.)