gonna file this one away
Posted: April 21st, 2018 | No Comments »(via swiss miss and open culture)
this is major
Posted: April 21st, 2018 | No Comments »I have newly fallen in love with my personal blog, which I have been consistently maintaining for over 12 years. Do you keep one? What is it about and what’s the link? https://t.co/HnAdOFCId5 pic.twitter.com/7FakadIZQL
— Tina Roth Eisenberg (@swissmiss) March 22, 2018
and this!
BLOGS R NOT DEAD!!!! my heart is LITERALLY soaring!
sick goodreads burnthe rapture was playing at trader joe’s today
Posted: April 14th, 2018 | No Comments »JUST NO COMMENT
slam the door as hard as you fucking can
Posted: April 13th, 2018 | No Comments »Accident, Mass. Ave.
I stopped at a red light on Mass. Ave.
in Boston, a couple blocks away
from the bridge, and a woman in a beat-up
old Buick backed into me. Like, cranked her wheel,
rammed right into my side. I drove a Chevy
pickup truck. It being Boston, I got out
of the car yelling, swearing at this woman,
a little woman, whose first language was not English.
But she lived and drove in Boston, too, so she knew,
we both knew, that the thing to do
is get out of the car, slam the door
as hard as you fucking can and yell things like What the fuck
were you thinking? You fucking blind? What the fuck
is going on? Jesus Christ! So we swore
at each other with perfect posture, unnaturally angled
chins. I threw my arms around, sudden
jerking motions with my whole arms, the backs
of my hands toward where she had hit my truck.
But she hadn’t hit my truck. She hit
the tire; no damage done. Her car
was fine, too. We saw this while
we were yelling, and then we were stuck.
The next line in our little drama should have been
Look at this fucking dent! I’m not paying for this
shit. I’m calling the cops, lady. Maybe we’d throw in a
You’re in big trouble, sister, or I just hope for your sake
there’s nothing wrong with my fucking suspension, that
sort of thing. But there was no fucking dent. There
was nothing else for us to do. So I
stopped yelling, and she looked at the tire she’d
backed into, her little eyebrows pursed
and worried. She was clearly in the wrong, I was enormous,
and I’d been acting as if I’d like to hit her. So I said
Well, there’s nothing wrong with my car, nothing wrong
with your car…are you OK? She nodded, and started
to cry, so I put my arms around her and I held her, middle
of the street, Mass. Ave., Boston, a couple blocks from the bridge.
I hugged her, and I said We were scared, weren’t we?
and she nodded and we laughed.
i just feel a little lonely tonight
Posted: April 13th, 2018 | No Comments »marfa myths is happening in marfa, i’m in houston, working on two papers due sunday (woof), walking three dogs, going to central market and luxuriating in all the beautiful options, frantically reading sci-fi for school, and feeling a lot A LOT A LOT A LOT A LOT A LOT of feels about not being part of the festival. trying to view it as what an incredible thing i started rather than you’re nothing now, you’ve ruined your life, everyone and everything is better off without you.
drove to HEB and was listening to e street radio and springsteen dedicated a song to friendship and little steven and it almost made me cry.
bruce. you know what it’s about.
you know who also knows what it’s about?
TOM PETTY.
“Oh yeah I’m all right / I just feel a little lonely tonight / I’m okay, most of the time / I just feel a little lonely tonight”
(via what a schmuck
Posted: April 13th, 2018 | No Comments »
Michael D. Cohen. Credit Justin Lane/EPA, via Shutterstock. Via NY Times.
UGH
