March 2009
February 2009
Riding the A
She’d lick her thin mint ice cream, which she would have ordered in a cone not because she preferred it but rather because the night would call for it, then walk a little ahead of Pete, then spin around, her hair blowing in the wind (wind from cars speeding by, but wind nonetheless), and stop, “A man winked at me on the subway today,” and with a satisfied smile she would spin back around and...
other things:
I unthinkingly walked into the kitchen to make tea this morning in nothing but a flannel shirt and a pair of unmatching knee socks. Actually one was a thigh-high. My roommate and I mumbled good mornings on her way to the bathroom. Then she stopped mid-shuffle- Oh, by the way, LOOKIN GOOD!. Whoops.
In yoga it was my teacher’s last day. She’s leaving New York and she basically taught...
Okay, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have some...
I mean, being the bank dude or gal on the phone that fields angry unhinged people like me is basically God’s work. I remember people used to say that to me all the time when I was a nanny— You are a saint, etc etc. YEAH I FUCKING AM I would yell back in their faces.
Just kidding, no. I just shrugged and said, “Oh, I enjoy it,” then mentally added a few chips into my...
yes those are the first things to come to mind...
I seriously do not believe in banks. I believe in mattresses, in cash money, in paying for your coffee with your friends’ spare change.
Banks pretty much rank up there with abstinence-only education and anal bleaching for me now.
yes it does you fucking fucking fuck
fucking bank robot: would you like to use our automated service?
me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, FUCK YOU
robot: OKay, it sounds like you would like to talk to a customer service representative.
“Somebody on my forum is a guy that I went to high school with. He at some point...”
– Jonathan Coulton in the Chicago Decider.
“I had a note over my desk that read: You will have conflict on every page and...”
– o deb, you are a woman after my own <3.
oh man
I really like this deb olin unferth…I’ve only read really short stuff of hers but man. Man alive. She’s a total weirdo at first, and not in a gimmicky way, not in a wes anderson way, I mean a 100% quirko; one of those types that, wow, can sometimes be the most rewarding— and I say this with a real envy because I know I’ll never be this— those people who start...
“I think that mostly I am shocked by the world, by how incredibly hard everything...”
– Deb Olin Unferth, in an interview with Tao Lin on Bookslut.
Something I Learned Today
I have moved around a lot in my life, but, peculiarly, only to area codes wherein Ludacris has hoes.
Hip hop hollercoaster, indeed.
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barely scraping the surface, to be honest.
The thing is when he asked us what WE were giving up for Lent, I was swiftly taken back to my…entire life before moving here, ie Catholictown, USA, where I went to college who didnt serve meat in the dining halls on Fridays and I got taught sex ed by a nun in the 7th grade.
The worst though, was directly tied to Chris. Freshman year we went to LA for spring break, and since I was crazy in...
Tonight, there was a uke-ist playing “My Favorite Things,” at the Lorimer stop. He was awesome in so many ways, but the best way was when the G was pulling into the station and he yelled, “TRAAAAAAIN SOLO!” at the top of his lungs.
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Today while I was making scrambled eggs ALL BY MYSELF for the first time in my life (thank you, kelsey, for teaching me), I was reminded of a conversation I once had with my grandmother. She was offering to teach me how to sew, and if I know myself at all, I rolled my eyes and told her I didn’t want to know (See also).
And, while sitting at her sewing machine as I sat at her computer on...
Beirut, Elephant Gun
I finally figured out that...
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today
during meditation I spent the entire time convincing myself that I should go home and cut my hair. Why can’t I cut my own hair? I thought. Some people know how to cut hair, WHY NOT ME? I nodded inside my head, allowing the yellow ball of light to travel up and down my spine in sync with my breathing- i envisioned the bouncing ball from Disney sing-alongs. The ball floated up my spine on the...
““We went back to my apartment after the second class. I gave her a tour, and...”
– “Ten True Things”, Miranda July (via beenthinking)
accidental domesticity
me: it sort of happened accidentally and before i knew it i was putting candles on the table
me: i sort of got swept up in the task
me: and luckily did not realize what i was doing until it was over
me: this is like, my version of sewing my wild oats.
jen: now you are simply "sewing your oats".
meta ass-kissery.
If you view my blahg the O.G. way from meaghano.com, you will see that ol’ Big Slim Jacob Bijani, esq. has made it SEXY AS HELL with some fly comments integration and badadadada: NOTES. I am such a BALLERRRRR. Or Jacob is. I GUESS.
My roommate wrote a little ditty in celebration of...
When my roommate Has gone away Ohhhhhh I ain’t wearing Pants today No pants pants pants No pants pants pants Ohhhhhh I don’t like wearing No pants I will miss her But still the same Weaarrrrring pants is Such a pain
(Repeat as desired).
We love each other, but we love not-wearing pants more.
“Besides, this girl’s favorite movie is Pretty in Pink and she thinks Sting...”
– Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho.
it's an epidemic!
halle: he probably has a brain tumor that made him forget and turned him gay.
halle: i'm no doctor, but
Well, I’m just sitting here doing work,...
“Every moment you are a full statement of your being.”
– Ram Dass, Be Here Now
I'm approaching one month of not living in New...
(via sharingtime)
You know what’s also weird? You’ve been gone a month and I still haven’t worked my way through your spare change! I have been buying coffee with it every day, too— and SILVER ONLY!
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““Are you a writer?”
“In a manner of speaking, I...”
– Lorrie Moore, “Foes”
Meaghano is Following Me!
ryanpurtill:
And you all said she was out of my league. Maybe she thinks I’m the other Ryan…that talented photographer she likes! Quick someone send me a naked picture! Not you Stupid in Boston I have like twenty!
Don’t get all excited and think this means I’m not still out of your league, Purtill.
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a meditation on inevitability.
My sweater just caught fire as I was typing. 17 tealight candles, I’m looking at you— I know which one of you did it, as you are the one who is way too close to my keyboard and the one on which I…put…my… arm.
I’m actually in shock. The only other time I have caught fire is the stovetop cigarette lighting incident of 2007 (my bangs still haven’t fully...
““If you don’t think I as a woman know a thing or two about...”
– Loorie Moore, “Foes”
“You owe it to us all to get on with what you’re good at.”
– w.h. auden (via hrrrthrrr)
“There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started...”
– “Valentine’s Day,” American Psycho
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requiem for a book
I’m sending American Psycho off to a better place, maybe to somebody who has a great big yard where it can— okay I give up.
When I read back through this book, I mostly remember the experience of reading it. Which is why I can part with it; I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say it didn’t really resonate with me, but it is pretty fucking awesome. Okay, it’s...
“…and still I can’t tell if I’m doing this correctly, because...”
– Patrick Bateman in American Psycho when he’s trying to make…human meatloaf. By Bret ever-the-sick-fuck-Easton Ellis.