January 2010
23 posts
The Ineffable by George Bilgere
I’m sitting here reading the paper, feeling warm and satisfied, basically content with my life and all I have achieved. Then I go up for a refill and suddenly realize how much happier I could be with the barista. Late thirties, hennaed hair, an ahnk or something tattooed on her ankle, a little silver ring in her nostril. There’s some mystery surrounding why she’s here, pouring...
Hmm..
hannnanah:
I can never decide what direction to take my wardrobe in.
I know exactly what you mean…
She says that people universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather if you’re fortunate enough. But that’s not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate...
I am a smoldering, smoking, high casualty plane...
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Too bad I can't screen shot things on my laptop
Otherwise i would show you that Ralphie became a fan of yoga pants on facebook.
A stripe of Mountain Annuals and common sights I will miss this place
This has a point, I’m just not sure what.
Advice to Myself, By Louise Erdrich
Leave the dishes. Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor. Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster. Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup. Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins. Don’t even sew on a button. Let the wind have its way, then the earth that invades as...