Dear New York City, government employees, widows, orphans, and the 3,000 innocent dead:

I know that I wasn't there. I never felt the smoke in my nostrils. Never heard the rumblings with my own ears. I had no vantage but the views which were provided for me by sparks and wires and screens. I took no shower to wash the dust and grime of steel, ( Read more... )

Melissa Ferrick sings, "I love everything about you and I don't even know you. Well, I hope everything I've made up about you is true ( Read more... )

i shouldn't have done it ( Read more... )

What disturbs me about the rash of "dating tv" programs is not the obvious grossness. True, they are (1) a sad statement about our cultural advancement beyond fictional melodrama, (2) a public self-admission that we are, in fact, a society of voyeurs, and (3) tend to air on networks with little-to-no censorship regulations. Yes, it bothers me that ( Read more... )

I had gone to a late movie with the soup and then spent time in the parking lot discussing theory, motive, and midnight cop stories over the growls of a dozen muffler-less trucks. I then drove west toward my bed (empty and neglected as it is these days) while Michelle Branch crooned cliches from the dashboard. Just as the grocery store passed on my ( Read more... )

so, in case it wasn't clear, i've gone in and out of periods of insomnia since i was 16 ( Read more... )

so uh, i got a new bra ( Read more... )

There's a painter -- is it Andrew Wyeth? I can't remember his name because I can't, in general, remember names. Watercolor isn't his medium of fame, of course. Unless you're a woman or a dullard, it's historically difficult to become famous for your watercolors, but all of the greats have used them and Wyeth's were particularly genius ( Read more... )

not the kind where we can't pay attention the kind where not enough attention is being paid to us. we are literally deficient in receiving attention ( Read more... )

my limbs feel like they're made of lead ( Read more... )