November 2011
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thistleburr replied to your photo: Just loitering outside Anne Rice’s house. Like…
Wow, does she still live there? :)
I hear she lives mainly in California now, but all the lights were on in her mansion. It is GAW-juss.
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First Thanksgiving Away From Home
Here’s something I’ve learned: When you attend a dinner party with two dozen fellow out-of-the-nest twentysomethings who each contribute one awesome dish to the meal, the food will be infinitely better than your family’s annual spread of dry turkey, Stove Top stuffing, unsalted green beans/carrots/mushrooms, canned cranberry sauce, and (somehow) soupy pumpkin pie. I don’t...
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The Best Comedy of the Year?
I saw Breaking Dawn tonight. Luckily, I was seated among fellow incredulous non-Twihards—most likely because we were all the people who arrived mid-previews and had to sit in the front two rows. As we craned our necks and contemplated the actors’ pores, our “jeering section” had a good time making fun of
The heavy-handed pro-life message (cf. Edward’s pointed use...
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HELLO Mr. Gatsby!
scribnerbooks:
iheartclassics:
We can’t get enough of these photos from the set of Gatsby 3-D!
In the flesh.
I am cautiously optimistic.
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Literary Devices
laughingsquid:
Literary Devices
Adorable.
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“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved...”
– Maurice Sendak
I think of this story often (it is one of my favorites) as a reminder of two things
No matter how famous you are, or how important you might become never lose the ability to be surprised and touched by the love of strangers.
Remember the love you had for things as a child, one...
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Just Once, by Anne Sexton
Just once I knew what life was for. In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood; walked there along the Charles River, watched the lights copying themselves, all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening their mouths as wide as opera singers; counted the stars, my little campaigners, my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love on the night green side of it and cried my heart to the eastbound cars and...
theartofmindfulness replied to your post: Things I Would Buy If I Had Money, in Descending Order of Necessity
God I love you. This is giving me some get up and go about mailing your birthday package from forever ago. It’s all sitting in my kitchen on top of my keyboard. I’m so ridiculous. Thankgod you love love me despite it.
Um, you’re the only person I know who sends friends...
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Things I Would Buy If I Had Money, in Descending...
A shower curtain to go with the liner I am currently using as a shower curtain.
Additional towels (besides the one).
A stylish wardrobe, or at least pants beyond the two threadbare pairs of jeans I now own.
Dental care.
An old Subaru that is beat-up enough that no one really wants to steal it.
Clothes hangers.
Make-up that is not seven months old.
Baking pans.
Nutella, to be eaten...
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“What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who only has eyes, if he is a...”
– Pablo Picasso (via azelie)
Make It STOP
me: i need to escape from this house because the girl below me has been blasting "you really got me" over and over all afternoon. i am going to stab someone
Michael: you want to get some dinner somewhere?
me: hmm. my check hasn't come in yet
me: maybe if it's somewhere cheap?
Michael: i like cheap
me: sllllllut
Michael: haha, sluts are free, whores are cheap
me: you're a slut for liking whores
me: sorry, that riff. over and over again. my brain is short-circuiting
freewrite on settling.
warsanshire:
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he said he wants a girl that doesn’t answer back.
he keeps calling and hanging up though
misses the way language would swell
bloom and bloat in my mouth.
married his cousin from back home
my friend says who does that?
his sister says the poor girl.
i see him walking two steps ahead
of her in the town centre.
she is beautiful.
i imagine he’s begun to rot
amongst the...
“When writers come here they walk about smelling everything because New Orleans...”
– Andrei Codrescu “New Orleans, Mon Amour” (via thenightdances)
Perfect.
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Expatriot New Orleanian Guilt
ubiquitousamericana:
The issue with New Orleanians is, even when we make what the world tells us is the right choice, and we go somewhere else for the sake of career opportunity, we become sad — not just because we aren’t taking advantage of the many good things about our city but also because we feel guilt that we chose the thrifty economic logic of Protestant America over burning eros, and...
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misfitkotld replied to your link: Follow Me on Twitter
And your Twitter points back here. It’s like an unholy feedback loop of social media.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE
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Follow Me on Twitter →
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LadyFest Is Sure to Be My Favorite Fest
From the LadyFest website:
The YeMaYa Parade will be the first ever all-women, only-women walking parade in New Orleans. We have over 25 women’s parading groups ready to hit the streets together in an historic outpouring of music, dance, costumes, creativity and sisterhood. Our groups include: the Lady Buckjumpers, the Lady Rollers, the Pussyfooters, the Camel Toe Steppers, the Bearded...
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The Scourge of "Like"
scribnerbooks:
Our favorite entry from our favorite grammar grouch, Robert Hartwell Fiske, in his Dictionary of Unendurable English.
Like is used to mean “whatever word or words its user does not know or cannot be bothered to think of… Like means everything and nothing at once.”
I need to work on this.
