I think I want to start up an avant-garden where oranges sprout from the ground and peanuts grow on corn stalks.

This summer has reminded me how much I miss having a porch of my own to chill out on and relax and watch the world unfolding through the little space of visibility between wooden bars and vinyl walls. Having such a limited view opened up the chance to study everything that was in my little moving picture, from the maniacal squirrels to cops ( Read more... )

The atmosphere here in Rock Hill isn't so bad now after the hectic weekend driving all over Spartanburg and Greenville counties. I went to a cousin's wedding that turned out to be huge and cheesy, but I at least had the chance to hang out with my antisocial family--while everyone was inside doing stupid dances they were all outside sitting around ( Read more... )

Besides an occasional check, work has nothing to offer me except dead time and young balding professors hitting on all the lady staff.

I can make a D in Shakespeare and not have to take it again. That's oddly comforting.

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J Mascis and Lou Barlow are playing together again. They'll be on Letterman or something in a couple of weeks. Insert something clever.

Jenna the Nihilist


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"Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one, a moment, in childhood when it first occurred to you that you don't go on for ever. It must have been shattering--stamped into one's memory. And yet I can't remember it. It never occurred to me at all. What does one make of that? We must be born with an ( Read more... )

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