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Laurie Lindeen has started a blog. I hope she talks about writing her book.
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You Are At The Archives for April, 2007
I guess I will kind of be breaking my own heart tonight
A few days ago, I started reading Love is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffield. I’m pretty sure I’m the last person on the planet to read the book. So what’s the deal? Rob Sheffield’s this Rolling Stone poet reporter who was in love with a girl. I’m not going to tell you the rest, [...]
Post-it Note Morning Songs Part XII: I think I’m almost at the year mark
Okay, I just looked, May 31st will mark the anniversary of the Post-it Note Morning Song. I can’t wait to do the year-end wrap up. I am convinced that “Why Can’t I” by Liz Phair will be on there at least a dozen times. I have no idea why I wake up so often singing [...]
24 Hours of Tibbles: Hour 24, Sleeping in
Sister #3 was appalled when she opened the front door to discover that we were all sleeping. It was 8:45 a.m. She had warned me that Liam would be up for good by 7 a..m. She couldn’t believe that I had gotten him to sleep so late. Yes, I am that good.
24 Hours of Tibbles: Hour 15, The sound of silence
They’re asleep. I am very nearly asleep. We went down to the bowling alley for a little while, where they bowled their little heads off. But man, kids will kick your ass. The grownups didn’t have a chance. We were nearly outnumbered 2 to 1. Jodi Hanson’s four kids were there, the three Tibbles, and [...]
24 Hours of Tibbles: Hour 8, the Fart Jamboree
After we dined on pizza, I forced all five of them to go outside. I made them run from the garage to the swingset three times in an attempt to get them to expend some energy. About midway through the third lap Max got the brilliant idea that they should have a Fart Jamboree. From [...]
24 Hours of Tibbles: Hour 3
Sister #3 and Tony went away for the night. They’re participating in some bowling tournament with my parents. I can’t remember where it ism but it’s a few hours away. Somehow, in a moment of cute-induced weakness, they managed to get me to agree to watching the Tibbles for the day and night. That’s 24+ [...]
Giving the finger is how I show affection
For reasons that are escaping me at the moment I decided it would be a good idea to stick around for one more with Danielle and Tom Petty (yeah, Huey wasn’t working and Don Henley isn’t as fitting). Tomorrow will not be so much fun. But I cannot resist funny, smart people who want to [...]
and one more thing I forgot
Last night one of my all-time favorite imaginary boyfriends, Ted Leo, played at First Ave. Instead of going to drool over cute hipsters and shake my ass to Ted and the Pharmacists I stayed home to work on my ‘writing goals’ and to re-write Boobs for the 822nd time. I am handing in my story [...]
I was gonna call this ‘conclusions I have come to recently’ but there is only one conclusion
Most of the world is wrong when it comes to the (supposed) superiority of “Don’t Fear the Reaper” compared to “Buring for You.” A majority of my words have gone to fictional pursuits, thus the strange silence on iwilldare.com. My boss laughed when I told him I had to think so hard about goals last [...]
You Don’t Love Me Yet
Dear Jonathan Lethem, It’s never a good thing when you finish a book and your first thought as you close that back cover is, “that’s total bullshit.” But Jonathan, I am sorry to tell you that You Don’t Love Me Yet is kind of total bullshit. There were glimpses of brilliance in the bullshit. That [...]
Burn out the day, burn out the night
After much internal debate I have come to the conclusion that the Tuesday after the Monday off is about 29 times worse than just regular old Monday. Also, I cannot stop singing “Burning for You” by Blue Oyster Cult. This is especially weird because the Post-it Note song this morning was Paul Westerberg’s “Right to [...]
Afraid, the rewrite
Instead of enjoying the beautiful spring day taking place outside my window, I am sitting inside Supergenius HQ listening to Matthew Sweet and Liz Phair while trying to rewrite the Boobs Larue story. Stories for The Lofts’ Mentor Series are due Friday. Rewriting is tough. Don’t let anyone kid you. Rewriting is tougher than writing [...]
The Last Frame
It was the perfect last night. There was beer and pizza and the crash of pins mixed with laughter. The alley was full all day with old-timers and first-timers. Lots of people stopped by to bid adieu. Mom even said that at one point in the afternoon there was a 45 minute wait for a [...]
Bawling Banquet
Everyone stood up. The men took off their hats, and people looked at the ground solemnly. We were having a moment of silence for Eddie McQuestion. I was, of course, crying. I think Eddie might have been the one who started the Friday night league at Dan Patch Lanes. Eddie died a few years ago, [...]
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