read "Edwin Mullhouse" by Steven Millhauser. 
This book remembers what it's like to be a kid.

silly insomnia.  the nights have a train of thought stretching in a single thread and packed inside my head. i wake up with my senses dulled, my brain tangled, the eye sockets full and opening the lids.  and the anxiety is a broken way to breathe: stuck on repeat. 

another NY.  williamsburg was swank.  all american apparel and boutique bistro.  but I really liked the venue! concert hall of is recommended ( Read more... )

I'm writing a personal statement for graduate school.  This is taking a long time because, compacted into simple sentences and a handful of explanatory paragraphs, my life sounds crazy.  I have to explain why I only took three class each semester Junior year.  This paragraph needs to include key facts, like ( Read more... )

i went to NY yesterday for the GRE and for James and NY to entertain me.  I have to admit my expectations were fulfilled.  Not only did I wander the many people-channels, I also got beer and public private conversations and quiet moments of music-strum at 3:30am ( Read more... )

i went camping with my lab this weekend.  It was good in the beer, the campfire smell, the conversation.  We spent a good chunk good-naturedly laughing at CoCo, the purse-dog of one undergrad's girlfriend.  This girl uses the many fussy needs of her toy puppy to boss this poor kid.  She revolves around the pet, which came in four doggy booties, a ( Read more... )

in the news, an 8-year-old boy shot his father and a renter with a faint popping noise.  The gun, a 22-caliber rifle, had to be carefully reloaded between each shot.  the bodies had 4 bullets each ( Read more... )

My mom pickles cabbage and ferments dairy over our central heating air vents.  I am still leaning the tricks of this trade.  Her spirit of preparing food for the long-term comes from summers on a grandmother's farm and a Russian self-reliance from necessity.  Without much trying I had her talking about the chickens and the flavors while we were ( Read more... )

i didn't think i would be writing about politics.  but i want to take this novel feeling down before i take it for granted. today, i watched obama give a press conference on the economy from the office of the president elect (such silly signs, such pomp.. is that an official logo?)  but what startled me was a sense of hearing a fellow soul talk.  i ( Read more... )

things i should not have done tonight: watched requiem for a dream.  i'm dazzled by a sick loneliness. i swallowed that grisly show, string orchestra and all ( Read more... )