March 2011
3 posts
“Everyone has a talent, what is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the...”
– Erica Jong, American author (via pneuma)
: A Word on Statistics | Wislawa Szymborska →
itouchtouchthings:
Out of every hundred people,
those who always know better: fifty-two.
Unsure of every step: almost all the rest.
Ready to help, if it doesn’t take long: forty-nine.
Always good, because they cannot be otherwise: four — well, maybe five.
Able to admire without envy: eighteen.
Led to error by…
February 2011
2 posts
Hey Jezebel,
Ever since you changed your layout into “We want to make sure our readers’ eyes bleed profusely until they beg for mercy and give us lots of money by clicking through the godzilla of ads that takes up 75% of our page”, I’ve had to resort to DailyMail for my trashy gossip.
The British really suck at snarky comments though. so Jezebel, fuck you for...
a bird in a hand is worth three in a bush
“Never purchase bird futures based upon market speculation as to the amount of potential birds nesting in the surrounding vegetation, regardless of analyst data. Ratings concerning the number of birds in that vegetation is subject to bias and distortion. Moreover, historic trending data regarding birds in vegetation is not a reliable predictor of future numbers of said birds. ...
January 2011
4 posts
WatchRoll On Over!
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December 2010
5 posts
shed this shell for that one over there
i am terribly indecisive when it comes to trivial matters. so i took a look at this tumblr theme and i said you look like a PYT. let’s dance.
wide open spaces
sometimes i wonder why i dont take the money ive saved up and just go travel. then it’s all about cheetahs and their spots. im okay being striped, for now.
current future
i haven’t been able to read books anymore because it’s so “me me me” centered and i haven’t been able to read blogs because it’s so “you you you” focused. there’s no more recognition of beauty in ambiguity.
so i am reduced to images of cats saying funny things, videos - jumbles of people singing earnestly in the depths of their bedrooms -...
November 2010
1 post
im gonna find myself at the end of the rainbow too. gonna pull through. yes ma’am
October 2010
0 posts
they took my cards away
and i realized i was just paper
August 2010
1 post
my love has always been for the words on a page. i am who i am only because i fear i am not good enough for them.
July 2010
4 posts
“startups are like faeries. you need to believe for them to become real.”
– Theresa
“After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn”
– John Barryman
June 2010
6 posts
What I Talk about When I Talk about Work
The days, the weeks that I finally put my foot down and made a decision – telling my parents, my boss, my friends – that I was going to stop talking about what I could do and commit 100% to doing what I can do- well there are tons of inspirational phrases I could quote that would probably say it much better than I ever could.
In the end though, it comes down to the fact that I’m infinitely...
i want right now. my youth. to be written as pages of hard work. of spit and sweat, smeared words, incorrect punctuation. petit mort.
life’s not easy. but i have will. it’s not a coincidence. we are complementary
i must learn that if i don’t use something appropriately, i shouldn’t have it at all.
nostalgia
the way the street looks slick on a hot, summer night.
i realized today i hadn’t picked up a book for pleasure in two months. imagine that. going two months without.
no wonder i’m currently a little crazy
May 2010
4 posts
get otter here →
in my hiatus, please enjoy the CUTEST FREAKING THING IN THE WORLD
words that rhyme
ill try try, then ill cry cry, then ill try try try, and then ill fly fly
pollyanna
i bought a ten dollar jar of pickles today at the new food/flea market.
and it’s a beautiful and windy day. sitting in a cafe in the lower east side with ridiculously appropriate music and grumpy old men screaming at dogs and babies.
please, let this soundtrack keep playing.
personal cup of coffee : Total Eclipse of the...
at 1:30 am, i am up - red eyed, exhausted - because it is late for me. but i have just gotten off the phone with someone from california and i have answered the (next) day’s portion of emails.
but even as i sink into bed - i feel like this is the time of the day when my life actually begins.
April 2010
4 posts
80's music
sometimes i just want to rick roll life.
for once
i do have a vision for the future, of a grander scheme of things - of grinds and wheels and all the moving things coming together into this beautiful, symmetrical picture that makes sense.
its hard work. trusting to know the unknowable in the meantime - of trying and fitting different puzzle pieces into holes and edges to get to that picture on the box
but by god, i wish you could see it too.
...
"won' t bow. don't know how"
on the way to work i pass a poster for a new orleans show. dont know what it’s about but the slogan always catches my eye.
what we do not know is infinite
i am feeling light tonight. and it is just because of office green tea over ice cubes. instead of my routine hot. the small surprises of life lived a minute at a time. gentle reminders of the importance of these daily spaces.
March 2010
11 posts
caffeine addiction
how can anybody have skin that brown, that smooth and consistent - she wonders. it’s not as if the girl was pretty - sweeter looking than average, maybe if you stretched your imagination.
but still, despite the fact that she had just eaten. she wonders if a lick of the curve of the girl’s cheekbone would leave traces of cafe au lait infused whipped cream lingering on the tongue.
evolution
no thanks iphone, blackberry, ipad, kindle. the fact of the matter is, despite and because of how much internet i already use, i don’t want to be interconnected and “plugged in” all the time.
what i want is choice. the choice to use applications of the internet and my cellphone that make my life easier, add to my life somehow, or helps me do something i wouldn’t be able...
last night, i had a dream about a boy i’ve never met. i wonder if he is all the boys i will never meet and want to.
the right to choose
my own life
my own passions
my own path
i refuse to accept any other way of living.
a little less talk, a little bit more execution...
there is a place where dreams and ideas go to die. even good ones.
1% inspiration + 99% perspiration
handfuls
i’ll save you for later, she whispered. you’ll be much sweeter after i eat all my vegetables.
and she kissed the city, and placed it in the bottomless darkness of her coat pocket - sticky, hot and moist.
Violence Against Asian Students in Philly Is... →
I am so angry, so unbelievably angry. The sequence of events don’t even make sense to me. There is a breakdown of communication somewhere and people ARE NOT TELLING THE TRUTH.
for seven years, she disappeared.
in your imagination,
you think you’ll wear a dress too tight because you’re on the red carpet of somewhere really really important and glamorous and it’s a prerequisite that you can’t breathe so your boobs can get the best possible photo-op.
in reality,
you wear a dress too tight because you hate spending any more money on work clothes and you’ve expanded like a balloon over the past...
sometimes at work,
i just want to crush babies and kick puppies.
and then i realize what a bad person im being. how could i ever kick puppies
awwww
you are loved
i like yahoo answers
it gives me the funnies
February 2010
4 posts
sometimes i read other people’s thoughts - a moment, a peek through the window of their soul - and it is a flash of recognition - the cover of the book on the chair and the warmth of the cup of lukewarm jasmine tea left precariously on the table ledge - and although nobody is there - they have just stepped out to the other room - and i may never meet them - never speak to them - of ships,...
mad man again
i love you like rain on fingers.
i know ive used that metaphor before but i keep returning because maybe i try to improve, try to make it my own. but maybe this needs no improvement, no progression forward. does this mean the poem is lacking the American Dream?? hard to comprehend sitting here in the middle of a city where people stalk - bow and arrow - guns, hand grenades - after this crippled,...
the story of italy and me
broken snapshots, fragmented memories:
falling asleep in a meadow in the middle of the Palantine ruins
gondala ride with two boys from Long Island that i had met five minutes before
turning the corner of a narrow, Rome corridor street to find the Pantheon appearing out of nowhere
picnicking in the middle of a random piazza at the center of Rome
looking at the statue of david in awe and...
