April 2011
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Apr 29th
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Apr 29th
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Professors are supposed to lecture.
But not to harangue. A while ago, an educator spoke candidly—and vehemently—to me about what he feels my generation is doing wrong. Pretty much everything. Through his eyes, we are spoiled, entitled, indolent and apathetic.  If through a freak mishap (or, more likely, through begging Mommy and Daddy to call in favors on our behalf), we were somehow able to obtain a job interview, we...
Apr 28th
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Apr 27th
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Sat on my building's stoop for an hour in a...
Talked with a good friend. Ignored homework. Froze a little bit. —- Committed to pretending it’s summer.
Apr 27th
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Apr 27th
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Apr 26th
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Apr 25th
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Plimoth Plantation Plans Royal Wedding Festivities →
Reaction: confused, as I previously thought Plimoth Plantation existed to commemorate leaving the dominion of the British royal family. But I probably misinterpreted American history. Let’s go get some English muffins and tea! Plus I’m reasonably certain I could dominate the contest they’re holding.  By “most appropriate fashion,” they mean the “most sparkly...
Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 23rd
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Tonight at an Iron & Wine Concert
(Or, How I Realized I Spend Too Much Time in COM.) Out of the corner of my eye (and through my frizzy hair, which has framed my line of sight all day thanks to the beautiful spring weather never-ending rain), I could see the Kangol-capped guy just down the railing from me using his Canon point-and-shoot to capture video of “God Made the Automobile.” I watched his camera as he zoomed...
Apr 19th
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Apr 19th
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“I want to evoke the fictional current that flows beneath the stream of reality.”
– Gay Talese, quoted in The New New Journalism.
Apr 17th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 13th
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Apr 11th
“What I really wanted was every kind of life, and the writer’s life seemed the...”
– Susan Sontag (via lizpelly)
Apr 10th
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Apr 8th
Bradley's Revenge
Last semester, I documented the poignant farewell Torie and I said to our third roommate, Bradley the Beetle (notacockroach). I don’t know about dogs, but I’m willing to bet that all beetles go to heaven, because now Bradley’s sent revenge.  From above. His cohort, Giant Mutant Cockroach in the Sky, now lives in our ceiling lamp, at least until an exterminator can come in the...
Apr 4th
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Apr 4th
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Apr 4th
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Apr 3rd
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Listen[[Drunk Girls]] Currently watching the livestream...
Apr 2nd
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Apr 1st