December 2009
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The Seemingly Unwritable Year In Review Post
I’ve been staring at a blank page for what feels like hours now. 2009 sucked, in almost all regards. No need to make a Good/Bad list. The Bad list would consist of: Mom died. Period. Short but succinct.
I keep my grief in a thin little column of my life, it’s not allowed to seep all over the place anymore or I get nothing done. I had months of getting nothing done, thank you very...
WatchThis is the oldest of the 3 baby sun conures that I’m currently handfeeding. He’s my shadow and flies through the house to find me. You’d think he’d be happy to just sit on a shoulder but no no no, he wants to lie on his back and get his tummy rubbed.
Oh Beauty, so ancient and so new.
enormousair:
originalface:
Late have I loved you, Oh Beauty, so ancient and so new, late have I loved you. For behold you were within me, and I outside; and I sought you outside and in my unloveliness fell upon those lovely things which you have made. You were with me, and I was not with you. I was kept from you by those things, yet had they not been in you, they would not have been at all....
Reciprocity Without Merit Breeds Meaninglessness
I just waded through every link within this post by essdogg, read all the comments on Zeldman’s post, and now feel a lot more up-to-date on what the hell was going on with Favrd’s untimely demise. I know you’re all quite exhausted by this discussion already. I, on the other hand, am not and I will now say my piece thusly. Is it going to sound elitist? God I hope so.
The idea...
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What is your most treasured possession?
This took me forever to answer. I didn’t think I really had a treasured possession. My first thought was photo albums, but I have a lot of the pictures scanned. An external drive? Wow, sexxay.
No, I thought a bit longer and realized I did have something that means a lot to me. A jade and gold bracelet that belonged...
“Thanks for your contribution to contemporary Australian intellectual life....”
– commenter on this article
As I’m sure you all know, I’m a big fan of the C-word. Mostly because most women don’t like it.
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I agree. C-word all the way.
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Or “box”. Because a box is useful. You can put things in it.
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My name is Sniffy Jenkins...
Thank You By
I use a voice recognition program. It is designed to handle medical dictation. Give it any odd combination of ectomies and oscopies and pharmaceuticals and it can rattle them off with terrifying accuracy. But ask it to transcribe a doctor simply stating to delete the report, he’ll call back in a few minutes to redo it, and this is what you get:
Monday weeks and call back a initiate the...
I Don't Have Any Childhood Christmas Pictures
Is this weird?
@ wit's end?
merlin:
Just tossing this out, gang.
As a pilot program? Try not reading Twitter @ responses from people you don’t follow.
Just try it.
I’d never ask people on the bus if they liked what I just said. And, if I did, I’d never be surprised when they respond with half-literate grunts and a demand to know who the hell “Renny Dess-carts” is.
Noise, poop, and wanky little bags of sad don’t deserve...
Against My Better Judgment
as it feels incredibly myspace-y, I got a formspring. So feel free to ask me questions I may or may not ever answer! From the safety of anonymity! I’ll be crying in the shower in no time.
And why do I always want to put an ‘e’ in the middle of judg(e)ment? Except don’t ask me that, because I don’t know.
You know, just if you want to.
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I Thank My Lucky Stars
It’s all Dooce’s fault. What seems like ages ago, she did a tiny post about Twitter. It was so brief it’s a wonder I even saw it. A miracle that I thank my stars for every day. Just a short explanation of Twitter and a tiny list of people to ‘follow’. Follow? What the hell did that even mean? One of the people on her super-short list was Fireland.
So I joined...
Found in my recently acquired Santayana novel:
enormousair:
I won’t bother with the obvious joke. But look at her as she gazes out from under that bower of hair. The beauty, and the goneness of it, sort of breaks your heart.
The novel’s epigraph:
“On dit bien que l’experience parle par la bouche des hommes d’age: mais la meilleure experience qu’ils puissent nous apporter est celle de leur jeunesse sauvee.” (Alain)
(Hoping trag and...
