December 2010
27 posts
Cut Your Hair
Twenty-ten was unkind in the most necessary way. For a minute there I lost myself. There’s no need to recount the disappeances or physical changes. I have acknowledged the particular sadnesses I acquiesced to and buried them in the Lost River Caverns. Despite the devestation of the past year twenty-eleven is the year of liberation and all the happiness that accompanies Cool Schmool. A hair...
The best thing to wear to brunch is what you wore...
“Never expect anything from him.”
There are more important things to be concerned about…like where did my copy of Lolita go and why did my mother stop storing all of her records in the bedroom closet and when will I learn to stop writing—(grocery lists included)—(to-do lists excluded) and how did I let myself get so out of control. For further contemplation...
chandeliersea asked: Oh that's exciting! I can't wait to see it. I definitely will share mine too. :)
WatchBennington Complaints Choir
trapped on Hipster Island
sick of cheap PBR
no phone service, no freedom
just mason jars
Picking up Tansu at the bus station in several hours and I’ve been impatiently awaiting this day since we said goodbye in the first week of December. I’m not so sure about my return to Bennington come spring, but I am undoubtedly thankful for the people I’ve...
“Told her “wherever you go, little runaway bunny, I will find you.”...”
– Baby Birch | Joanna Newsom
chandeliersea asked: Oh it was incredibly liberating! (I think shaving all your hair off would feel liberating the same way. I want to do that too.) It feels so weird too. But I figured why not do it, since I'm getting it cut off even shorter tomorrow.
Rodarte, Tulle, and Feathers
I’ve never thought to ask my mother why Swan Lake is so important to her. I just remember growing up with Tchaikovsky and ankle weights to strengthen my legs for pointe. Although I lack the limbs, I wish my father had not talked my mother out of naming me Odette or Odile.
200 lbs.
<start> she quietly counted the bugs that had collected over twenty-nine years from her estranged aunt’s kitchen lighting fixture and slunk back into her cot only to dream of an empty refrigerator and Edwardian barber shops <end>
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Nico Vashti Anderson
You’re my mother. You have to say that.
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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
During my last writing class of the term my professor handed me back an assignment where we were asked to write ten sentences involving interactions. In clumsy black charcoal I saw the words, “Danielle—talk to me about this.” It is official. I do not know how to write. As a consolation prize I was given a Darling Clementine and told to enjoy my Field Work Term.
The Orange is...
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Bell House Chronicles | Part vii
“Patient was asked to participate in a self-awareness exercise consisting of a mirror and hairbrush.”
Dictated but not read.
“He was the great love of her life, you know.”
“Oh, dulling,” said my mother,...”
– The Pursuit of Love & Love in a Cold Climate | Nancy Mitford
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During the Longest Week of Your Life You'll:
—find that your body is much more comfortable in bed listening to the Concretes and steady rain than in an office chair learning French at 8AM
—refuse to eat anything other than clementines
—discover that all the bands playing back home can find their way to LA, but can’t quite make it to San Francisco
—write Daniel Johnston nineteen letters on Nancy Drew...