It’s an exhilarating thing to find yourself, white wine in hand, rubbing shoulders with Harvard professors at the faculty club one day, and sitting on the roof of your car, among the dumpsters behind Starbucks, dragging on the second half of someone else’s bummed cigarette and blowing smoke into the heavy spring air, the next.

Dear Livejournal,

Please forgive my year of utter absentia. I've been busy figuring out how to pay my hydro bill and steaming milk and grading papers and smooching. There are surprisingly few adorable sound-bytes yielded in that pursuit.

Keep on truckin'.

hugs and kisses,
Tamar

It's the middle of a Sunday afternoon at Starbucks and this real estate of a hard-backed chair next to the outlet is my most valuable possession.

What, I ask you, is happening to this world when spellcheck highlights 'Hogarth' as misspelled and offers to replace it with 'HOGWARTS'?!

You know it's time for a haircut when your split ends pop off with the same mystifyingly clean break as asparagus stems.

The fact that I'm handing in my Master's qualifying paper tomorrow morning is meaning nothing to me now except clean sheets, clean underwear, a normal eating schedule, and sleep.

NOTHING else.

I'm too tired to be saddened by

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It's a trifle disquieting to zoom to Wikipedia to look up a book so pretentiously poetic that they would give it to Jenny on the L Word as the book that "changed her life", and when meaning to search for "The Autobiography of Red", the search-spot-of-shameful-past-searches automatically fills in "The Anna Nicole Show".

Upon walking to the library on this beautiful autumn afternoon, I found myself trailing behind a little twink of an undergrad in a tiny, tight dress and Paris sunglasses, talking loudly on her cell phone. We reached the stone stairs, and with the quickest accidental slip of a flip-flop, she tripped and fell, the wind simultaneously blowing her ( Read more... )

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And then there comes along a day when you realize you know diddly squat about nothing ( Read more... )