Archive for January, 2007
looks just like the sun
My mom found this blog.
Ooooh, momma.
It’s my own stupid fault. I linked her to the entry about my dental adventures, largely in celebration of the fact that they are finally over – my permanent crown is now in place and I no longer look like a crackwhore. I wanted to share the surreal nature of [...]
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I got me a “Second Life.” And it is trippy as hell.
You see, I have a tendency to go a little Link Crazy. I’ll be on a site that’s pretty routine, one I visit almost every day, or just a random info page on wikipedia (‘Pig eyelashes.’ Are they really white? I must know!), and [...]
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a slice o’ life on bayham street
I just watched the new(ish) Pride and Prejudice again. Whenever Kiera Knightley wants to convey emotion, any kind of emotion, she does this thing with her nose — or rather, the strips of flesh along either side of her nose — where she like, flattens it. Kind of like what happens if you’re sucking in [...]
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little old ladies with lemons
At least four mornings a week, after watching the sun come up, I’ll decide to stay awake an extra couple of hours until the grocery store opens. It’s my way of making the most of a sleepless night; this way, when I wake up around four, five p.m., I won’t have to rush to get [...]
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Yesterday’s Guardian had an article in it about blogging and how the role of the ‘critic’ is evolving. The main points were that 1) these days pretty much anyone can make their (informed or otherwise) opinions available for public consumption, and 2) even the more established, respected critics now have to contend with a torrent [...]
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ten days in…
…to the new year, to my latest new beginning; to everyone’s latest new beginning, I suppose.
Very little has changed. So far.
I was lying on my couch late last night, staring up at the ceiling, buried in a mountain of cushions, my mind wandering. Gradually, I realized I was making a repetitive, high-pitched noise that might [...]
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year two thousand and seven
As of 2:50 a.m., January the first, year two thousand and seven, these are the things I would like to do before I die.

1) Master a deadly martial art (until able to pass, at will, as mysterious hooded ninja type figure).
2) Become a (part-time?) drummer for an eighties-style synth-oriented band, the lead singer of which [...]
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