To the girl I see almost every morning in front of Newark Penn Station, waiting for her bus (med student? lab rat ( Read more... )

problems with my bike ( Read more... )

There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you will get the same soaking.

she washed her hands before she put them down her throat, and then she washed them again. she rinsed her mouth out with water, but didn't brush her teeth. then she layed down on the bathroom floor and thought about vomiting again. her damp skin stuck to the tiles like it was the tiles. her body made involuntary motions- she groaned and gasped ( Read more... )

The professor made a mistake yesterday: he was late. A classroom needs both students and a teacher, otherwise it is nothing but a room. Like in the same way a celebrity needs its audience, or else it is nothing but a person. But in the professor's absence, the students began to ponder his sexual orientation. "Doesn't he seem a little bi to you ( Read more... )

The popular use of shouting "taxi!" by men at women on bikes. This is widely used by men of all buroughs, and it needs to stop immediately.

Krista, I like your technique and tone here. I wonder if he'd be angrier or more disturbed- or maybe not. Interestingly, I know a man whose wife did the same thing too, but he's not religious. It's clear and accurate, though somewhat dull. Have you read Faulkner's "A Rose for Emily," a short story?

I am offering $50 to the person who will write a coherent, two-page paper on Michael Warner's "The Trouble With Normal." I'm freaking out. This is the topic: what is the author's thesis and did he prove it?

By Tuesday! I am completely serious!

Write a ten line poem. Include a proverb, adage, or familiar phrase that you've changed in some way, and four of the following words:
cliff, voice, mother, needle, blackberry, lick, whir, cloud

You have five minutes.

      At the end of the week they take the spoiled meat, the meat that couldn’t last in the ice box, and throw it into a pile on the road in front of their house. I’ve seen them do this twice now, and I imagine it still happens because there will always be spoiled meat and the rats will always come. It doesn’t take long, with the humid, summer ( Read more... )