December 2010
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the last hours of the decade, and I wish I was in some romantic locale, some profound cliff overlooking some profound crashing, comforting sea.
but I’m not, you see: on the cusp of a new year ending I’m trying to wring out some semblance of a reflection in the break room at work. the white Formica tables with smudges of ketchup and oily fries spilling out of translucent paper bags....
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“It is not nearly enough to say this year has been the sweetest, hardest harvest.”
—Erica @ been thinking
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perhaps not my sweetest, but undeniably my hardest.
resolution #2.
fuckyeahyoga:
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. — T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”
“What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small...”
– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via silentfrenzies)
I need the accumulation of some solid measures of progress and improvement. but, alas.
“Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise...”
– Stephen Colbert (via rememo)
ab.so.lutely.
Watch it too me an hour and a half to get home from work last night.
there’s no plowed roads! a foot and a half of snow! snowpocalypse!
yet I still have work today. at regularly scheduled time.
that’s what you get for working for a corporation. merciless.
“Let our mercy be the gifts we lay
From Brooklyn & to Broadway
Celebrate each and every day of this New York City Christmas. Yeah I’m sending you a merry New York Christmas and a prayer for peace on earth within our time.
Hear the sidewalk angels echo Hallelujah. We understand them. Now more than ever.”
— Scrooge, Muppets’ Christmas Carol.
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so this week was pretty much the gnarliest week I’ve ever had. im not one to go through a litany of complaints, but suffice it to say the hits kept on coming. maybe it was the moon, the solstice, turning of the seasons, the universe sending a message, karma, a wrathful god or just a lot of lessons. or maybe there was no cause at all.
whatever the reason & rhyme, the pinnacle occurred...
LB traffic court fresh on a Monday morn? in the words of paula deen on iron chef holiday desserts last night : HAPPY HOLIDAYS Y’ALL.
if this day were a person, I would punch it square in the face.
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I am laying underneath all my down comforters, shivering and sweating at the same time.
for this, I can thank no one but myself.
yesterday morning I finally made time to go the real-life MD, and not one who’s prefix is Web; since my cold hadn’t warranted enough of my attention, two days ago I also developed a hacking cough. standing for five hours while doubling over in pain every...
ps- phone was returned!
pps- if you only knew what i was doing. if only i knew what i was doing to you.
The Murder Mile: Louise Glück, "Circe's Power" →
I never turned anyone into a pig.
Some people are pigs; I make them
Look like pigs.
I’m sick of your world
That lets the outside disguise the inside.
Your men weren’t bad men;
Undisciplined life
Did that to them. As pigs,
Under the care of
Me and my ladies, they
Sweetened right up.
Then I reversed the spell,
showing you my goodness
As well as my power. I saw
We could be happy...
and then my iphone was stolen.
least fun moment of the week.
NYT: 14 Actors Acting →
ewilcox:
meetingofthemimes:
losemybuttons:
msavignon:
“This year’s great performers show — with a few gestures and props but without dialogue or story — what acting is.”
Includes Jesse Eisenberg, Tilda Swinton, James Franco …
Music by Owen Pallett.
Frames Janco leaves behind the metaphorical and literally makes out with himself.
Cassel’s is good but I think Bardem’s is the best....
“In China, we say: ‘There are many dreams in a long night.’ It has been a long...”
– Xiaolu Guo, A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers (via planetickets)
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“These are the seasons Persephone promised
as she turned on her heel—
the ones...”
– Annie Finch, “Chain of Women” (via aubade)