December 2010
18 posts
2010
Bars. Bars bars bars. Brooklyn bars with graffitied bathrooms, accurate and inaccurate depictions of dicks, bars with dart boards and Connect Four and photobooths. Bars with guys in skinny jeans and plaid, in baggy jeans and fedoras, in suits and ties. Girls who say excuse me, bouncers who say “California, huh?” with a smirk. PBR and whiskey shot deals. West Village bars with infinity mirrors,...
Things I Do Not Understand, #3
diana-vilibert:
Why my mother automatically says “good luck!” whenever I leave the house while visiting her. She used to say it when I lived at home and left the house for dates with strange older men so it was applicable then, like, good luck and don’t end up in anyone’s freezer. But now she says it when I, like, go to Dunkin’ for coffee, so I guess she must feel that I need the support, and I...
Her room was full of stacks of notebooks. Or not stacks, per se. But a few notebooks were uncovered here and there, and when piled on top of each other, formed stacks. They contained many deep thoughts and musings. These various vignettes masqueraded as diary entries (assumed because of the headlines, “Dear Diary”), but we know she must have intended them ironically, as they were far too stupid to...
Tell me what to write a book about, and I will do it. 300 pages seems really daunting right now. But as long as I know I have 2 sales (you + my mom) it seems worth it. Accepting book ideas starting NOW.
Keep trying to close the windows. No matter what, feel the cold air come in through little cracks or invisible spaces between pane and frame. Hear the glass rattle. Remember California earthquakes as a child, as a teenager, as a young adult. Getting under your desk, hand covering your neck, hand holding the leg of the table. Standing in doorways, arches, stairwells. Walking outside, single file,...
Anonymous asked: i read your fantastic piece at the hairpin. just curious, why did (do?) you hate new york city?
Some Futures I Thought I Might Have →
(I wrote this thing on The Hairpin! So neat!)
Did anybody else have Gahan Wilson’s Ultimate Haunted House?! That game was so sick.
There have been a lot of rats on the subway tracks lately. Fat ones. One I saw yesterday looked like half of its fur had been shaved off. I assume it just had some kind of disease, but I still imagined a tiny rat nurse with a tiny rat razor saying, “Ok, now hold still, we’re going to have to shave the whole area.” When I was in school, my friend and I would go into the city on...
klausnerama: Please repost! →
julieklausner:
Friends,
I’m in rather dire need of a shoot location, and if you or somebody you know has 3, 4, 5 or more cats, please email me at klausnerama (at) gmail (dot) com. See below for details or click here to read the Craig’s List posting. And thank you in advance!
xxx
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Hello! If you have…
Somebody I know, please do this so I can hang out while it’s happening.
I don’t walk around the apartment while I brush my teeth like he does. I stare at myself. Make faces. I examine my bite, the little rough circles that make up my tongue. I brush whatever is brushable, let the foam foam up my lips. Open my mouth, let the saliva drip out into the sink. Look at the expressions that only I know I can make, that no one has ever had the privilege of seeing. Count the...
