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In Which I Do Not Have to Resort to Cannibalism
So, safely back in JC, after a rather pleasant weekend in the city at a friend's house. (Duncan is still stuck in Cleveland ha ha ha). Very glad to see that windows held up ( Read more... ) -
Hey, did anyone know there's gonna be a hurricane?
OMG Hurricane! Run! Aieeeee ( Read more... ) -
The Joy of One Thing
I don't know anything about what it is like to be 16, unwaged, out of school and English. But I've been following the really heartbreaking riots in London and Manchester; mostly through the Guardian, but also on Twitter ( Read more... ) -
The Girl What Everyone Hated
So I had this slightly weird experience tonight ( Read more... ) -
Thank you
I would just like to thank the guy with the shitty flip phone who stood in front of me at Pride and ruined 50% of my pictures. -
The Sign Song
At this weekend's conference in Florida, in which I took many photos of people looking thoughtful, happy, incredibly disabled, or sleepy (the latter the most); interviewed about fifty of them -- and did the whole AV set up -- I also took a little quality time for myself to stand on the second floor of the lobby holding a sign. (The intro is just ( Read more... ) -
Things I Cannot Wait For
1. Going to see the World's Sexiest DJ w/ Miss Indy in Atlantic City. I have booked us a giant suite, because that's how I roll. (And giant tacky suites mid-week in AC cost less than dinner for two at an upscale NYC restaurant ( Read more... ) -
I go through this every couple of months
Now that I am paying less rent and some other things that were screwing my finances are gone, I have been able to save up money again. I had a goal of re-establishing my savings to where they were last July (if I got laid off, I would have 3 months of rent socked away.) That's done. So, if I'm able to continue to save at the rate that I have ( Read more... ) -
Douchebag
I was on the subway, reading the Jonathan Franzen article in this week's New Yorker about David Foster Wallace and the betrayal of love that suicide is, and looking at the pale, serious face of the girl with the saxophone case across from me (she had on the sensible shoes of a girl who has surrendered). Her posture, bent over her case, head and ( Read more... ) -
Lyricism + Angst
So I've been dipping my toe back into fic again ( Read more... )