I’ve worked so much this week it’s the time equivalent of having an 8-hour job plus a commute. It’s ridiculous and much needed. I’m grateful and really tired and just set a goal of eating dinner before 8 p.m. tomorrow. On Easter not only did I manage to teach my mom how to play Draw …
Awhile ago I bragged about what a divine soup maker I am (as opposed to being the Divine Thing the Soup Dragons sing about). I make great soup but I can’t make rice to save my life. I even have a cute teeny rice cooker and I still manage to screw that up. Whatever genetic …
My personal resolutions are vague and involve more: More naps, more leaving the house, more reading, more value for my own writing that isn’t being paid for by someone. I like vagueness, it’s harder to quantify and therefore harder to fail. 2012: vaguely setting myself up for success. But Internet, oh Internet I have some …
The Road by Cormac McCarthy The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath On the Road by Jack Kerouac Everything by Hemingway except A Moveable Feast The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern Freedom by Jonathan Franzen Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer Habibi by Craig …
Writing bitchy posts about annoying Facebook users. Yeah, we’ve all done it. But most of us did it last year, so your witticisms about Vaguebookers are almost as annoying as a Vaguebooker. Shut up and hide those that annoy you. Zombies. They’re the bacon of the supernatural monster world, but more annoying because, well, bacon …
I spend all my time lately thinking about The Family Fang, wishing I was reading The Family Fang, or reading The Family Fang. In the spare minutes I don’t spend in Fangland, I’m thinking about Ready Player One. It’s fall and the good books have arrived. So I bought a new shirt. It’s a shirt …
I wouldn’t let them have any coffee even though they really love coffee and they know because I let them dunk their fingers in my cold, hours old coffee that one time. My singing, specifically how I “know all the words to all the songs. The bad songs.” Sharing chocolate milk. The fact that I …