i'm glad this word exists.

i read an article the other day in the New York Times about the trend among young college graduates to live off their parents' money and spend nearly all the money they make themselves on luxury items. i've been spending a lot of time analyzing the New York Times recently; the way it presents itself as the voice of upper-middle-class moderation; ( Read more... )

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it is almost beautiful how dirty Chicago can get in the summer. wetly hot, dust in the air, smoke, trash blowing along the sidewalk and air conditioners dripping from windows. we were here today, a few blocks from my house, nearly all day. dungen, xiu xiu, andrew bird, & deerhoof. we found a patch of grass in the dirt and listened to the bands from ( Read more... )

chcem sa spytat aj ked je to mozno blbe
ale aky je rozdiel a ci nejaky vobec je ked baba poviem
LUBIM TA alebo MILUJEM TA??? dik moc


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i didn't even hear about the London bombings until this afternoon, when i got off the train and came home. and i'm not going to begin with the vain fulminations about how my father was in London earlier this month, i know some other people there now, blah blah, because that's a silly way to go about scaring yourself, not to mention flattering ( Read more... )

i bought a bicycle. it's an old Schwinn. little and pink and impractical, as the chain only has one setting, and it doesn't have real brakes; you just pedal backwards to lock the wheels. the man i bought it from said it was "vintage" and that he should charge me a lot of money for it, but i told him i only had $40 and he sold it to me for that. so ( Read more... )

so i got back to Chicago last Sunday. the last few days in Berlin were nice, nobody around, no Caitlin and no Czechs, just millions of cold, beautiful, anonymous Berliners pedaling around purposefully. and me on Alison's bicycle. i rode down Rosenthaler Strasse and ended up in Prenzlauer Berg, and then rode through the Friedrichshain park, and so ( Read more... )

on Sunday i got a ride through the Mitfahrzentrum in Prague with a guy called Milos, a very tall man who wore his pants tucked into his shorts and had an endless supply of reggae cassettes. he picked me up at the Opatov station, on the outskirts of the city, where there were squat, falling-apart little panelaks mitigated by ivy, and ice cream shops ( Read more... )

so Daniel and i were standing around on Celetna street and we decided we wanted dumplings. (i hardly remember why we were on that street in the first place, but it's one of those places that ordinary people in Prague ought to avoid.) neither of us had really been to any restaurants at all since getting to Prague, and it was my last night there, so ( Read more... )