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I. On Sunday I made a creamy cauliflower soup. It involved pureeing and that frightened me. Plus, I had the divide the recipe in half, so there was math that also frightens me. It turned out delightful and silky and it is so good I’m a little sad that I didn’t have anyone to share [...]
From the time I got my first pink walkman and a cassette of Chicago’s “17″ I would listen to music as I went to sleep. It helped with the insomnia that plagued me since I was a little kid. For as long as I could remember I did this. I would create entire bedtime playlists, [...]
Last night I dreamt I was at a party, or it might have been in class. It was a gathering of people of some sort. I can’t remember what we were talking about but during the conversation I said annunciation instead of enunciation. Twice! Then someone made fun of me for it. It was a [...]
Put on pants Update my resume Also, I dreamt the other night that I went to prom with Justin Timberlake. Not as a goofy teenager, no I went to prom as a goofy thirty-seven year old. Also, I had a bob. Also, Justin kept trying to take pictures of us with his iPhone so he [...]
The other night I had a dream that Tim Gunn and Whitley, a friend from college, were at Supergenius HQ and we were playing Scrabble on my IKEA coffee table. Tim complimented me on the Cezanne poster that was hanging above my TV*. It was a Matisse poster not Cezanne at all. I just said [...]
So yeah, a dream about Bruce Springsteen. A graphic, physically satisfying dream where he complimented me on technique and I didn’t comment on the fact that every woman he had sex with had signed his headboard with a black Sharpie. I am classy like that. I spent the entire act looking for other Jodis because [...]
Here is an e-mail I sent to Christa last night: I had a dream about you last night. All I remember is that for some reason you and I had discovered Rex Sorgatz’s notebook. We took it to my parents’ house and hid it. Then you and Barrett went to the grocery store to stock [...]
I dreamt last night that my family made me move into you Aunt Tete’s house in Roseville. I am not sure where my aunt had gone, but all I know is that I was forced to live in her house. It made me very sad, having to live in Roseville. So sad, in fact, that [...]
In the dream I was being followed by some sort of Jetsonsesque hover stage filled with musicians including, but not limited to: Craig Finn, Martin Devaney, Marty (a boy I went to college with), and some others who were not so easily identified. Dave Pirner was on the hovercraft acting as a conductor. It was [...]
I am always surprised when a song I really love comes on Eurydice. Apparently I forget that I filled the stupid iPod with songs that I really love. Last night I dreamt I went to a Liz Phair book signing and she invited me out to go out to dinner when she was done. At [...]
Last night I dreamt that Vodo made me park Ruby and swim to Grumpy’s, fully dressed, while smoking a cigarette. Apparently Grumpy’s had been relocated on the shores of Lake What the Fuck and the blacktop that is usually there in back was turned into some sort of sandy beach complete with volleyball court. Peabo [...]
Let’s get this out of the way right off the bat, because some of you won’t make it to the end of this piece. David Carr’s memoir The Night of the Gun is really good. It’s dramatic, spell-binding, engaging, encouraging, and all sorts of good stuff you look for in a book. In fact the [...]
In the dream Grumpy’s was crowded. I was sitting at a table with Vodo and some other friends of mine. Peabo was at a different table across the bar with Neko Case and some other friends. Vodo gave me a card in the shape of a bowling ball, inside he had drawn a cartoon of [...]
Last night I dreamt that Walt Whitman, Henry David Thoreau, and Ralph Waldo Emerson were getting frustrated with me because I couldn’t keep them straight and kept calling them by the wrong names.
Last night I dreamt I went shoe shopping with the members of Green Day. They were not very nice to me. However, the shoes were really cool.
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