March 2012
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December 2011
1 post
“Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My God, do you learn.”
– C.S. Lewis (via thatkindofwoman)
November 2011
3 posts
“If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you...”
– Anthony Bourdain (via youngfolksociety)
This still sounds like good advice at twenty-three.
(via lostinamerica)
and 26 this is put perfectly
(via awelltraveledwoman)
and 25!
October 2011
3 posts
September 2011
3 posts
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
– Jack Kerouac (via deadwriters)
2 tags
“The thing about life is that you must survive. Life is going to be difficult,...”
– Katharine Hepburn (via thatkindofwoman)
August 2011
2 posts
“You didn’t sell your sense of humor on Craigslist to pay the rent, did...”
– Daniel Demetri, one-liner extraordinaire
“the hardest period in life is one’s 20s. it’s a shame because you’re your most...”
– Helen Mirren in Esquire (via thatkindofwoman)
Also, I’d like to be friends with Helen Mirren. She seems awesome.
July 2011
5 posts
“…I wear boxers and a tank top. And by tank top I mean my Dayton Jewish...”
– Franny pants, again. On a roll.
“When I have my wedding, you know, to my cat. Mr. Boots. Mrs. Frances...”
– Franny pants, on the annoying expense of weddings
I'm Frugal Even In My Dreams
For some reason, I’ve been having frightening dreams that mirror reality— they include people I spend a lot of time with, they take place in my apartment/neighbourhood or feel like they do (a few nights ago my “home” was accessible via one of those electrical closets on the subway platform for the F train). Last night, I dreamed that while waiting to meet a friend to go...
June 2011
8 posts
This Almost Ruined My Year →
…until I read that they are only recommending deletion of the illustrious, useful, and FANTASTIC Oxford comma for internal Oxford University publications and releases. They still recommend it for public use. First of all, huge sigh of relief that I don’t have to start amending my sentences and word order to be more confusing. Second of all, Oxford University’s loss. Third of all,...
“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to...”
– e.e. cummings
What A Picture Is Worth
Some of the best photographs, essays, poems, and explanations for living and doing are the best because they are simple. They appeal to a part of you, or me, or anyone because they are uncomplex things in which we would like to indulge. A photo of a meal, made only with tomatoes, grain of some kind, olive oil, and basil, served on a traditional white porcelain plate, perhaps pictured on a...
May 2011
10 posts
You may have seen them too— those people in the doomsday shirts, proclaiming May 21 of this year to be the end of days. I have just one question— if you don’t think you will be waking up on May 22, why are you spending your last two weeks trying to convince me you’re right?
Also, when you wake up on the 22nd, how dumb do you feel? What if you see your fellow inflammatory...
“Drinking gin is like eating a tree! It’s like taking a shot of…...”
– Ozzie
“It’s like one of those places they take you to rip out your organs, slowly...”
– Guy at work, on my working space, a windowless, unused back conference room
And You Wondered What I Was Doing With All My... →
Delta Cannot Help Ya, Help Ya
I had a fabulous four days for Easter in Savannah, GA, visiting my G-ma with my cousin Patrick. He left for LA on the Sunday evening redeye, but I stayed because getting an early morning flight Tuesday was around $400 cheaper than any other day. My flight was scheduled for 7:00 am, and I couldn’t sleep. After having woken up at 3:00, unable to sleep, I got up at 4:50 and received a voicemail...
“I’d like a Yuengling. If they don’t have that, an Ansel Adams.”
– my 84 year old Grandmother
April 2011
4 posts
Fleeing for the Farm
I exclaim a lot that it is amazing to get away from your day to day existence and forget your “now”, but in between trips away it’s almost as if I forget how truly wonderful it can be to turn off your phone and drive until the city lights are just a memory and the only sounds are a house’s creaky floorboards and nature outside the window. This past weekend I retreated with...
“The helpful thought for which you look
Is written somewhere in a book.”
– Edward Gorey (via deadwriters)
Maybe She's Trying to Tell Me Something
Server at NY Book Show: Would you like some 5-cheese Macaroni and cheese?
Me: Yes, thank you!
(She gives me 3 macaroni noodles.)
Me: Could I have some more?
Server: Uh, okay.
(She gives me 2 more macaroni noodles. For real. I am not exaggerating.)
Me: You know what, let's just get a little bit more.
Server: It's really rich.
Me: (lying) Well, I'm taking it back for my whole table.
Server: Oh, okay. (Generously gives me three more noodles.)
I clearly took only one fork and she could see me eat all 8 noodles in their creamy, 5-cheesy deliciousness. And then I took to frequenting the OTHER buffet so I wouldn't get her again. Do not get in the way of me and food. You would've thought it was the New York Anorexic Show-- and yet, I felt like everyone (at least me) was screaming, "I work in book publishing and I'm poor so feed me!" I have one thing to say--Karma's a you-know-what.
March 2011
9 posts
No One Tell Him About Megaphones
Okay, so the crazy man that comes to preach at Bedford and North 7th is back, stretching his vocals to their maximum limits to tell me about how the seasons work and what kind of people he hates. Once, he spoke about colours for half an hour. Today, right now, from my bedroom I can hear a lot of use of the word “America”, though I don’t care enough to get up from my desk and go...
“They came to sit & dangle their feet off the edge of the world & after a...”
– Brian Andreas, artist and poet whose prints and words I love!
“Catch-22? Unfortunately, that title has already been taken… It’s...”
– the other intern, also a Meredith, upon reviewing unsolicited manuscripts
The In-Betweeners
When staring into a Xeroxing, data-entry, dim-office-lighting abyss, it occurs to me that people live for the moments in between these many tedious ones from 9-5. They live for time spent with friends and family, out in the open air—sans cubicles (or cubes, as some people call them, which to me just makes them even sadder)—for music and running and laughing and watching Casablanca with...
"Arnica is Expensive!", today's #whitewhine
Today I discovered what my wrists and hands would like like should I ever have one too many a dish of pasta (it would be a glorious, cheesy downward spiral) and become obese.
Last night, Breisen and I hit the gym, and for the first time EVER the basketball courts weren’t packed with 14 year old male gymrats, who honestly scare the living crap out of me (they’re 14, they’re boys,...
Esqu-why-re are you so self-important?
I know, I think I’m clever for thinking of the title, but the sentiment stands: Sometimes at work I have to address letters to people who include “Esquire” as part of their name or salutation. It has become apparent to me that the people who choose to do this are so self-important that they feel the need to have books addressed to them as “Richard Smith, Esq.” at...
February 2011
5 posts
1 tag
