Monday, March 1, 2010

blueberry muffins

I have heard that blueberry muffins are the most neutral baked good in American cuisine -- in the median range of sweetness and fat content, and not prone to containing numerous allergens. I'm not sure where I heard this. I might have told myself.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

February 14

A harsh sentence, from my review of Powell's Cleaving:
In a book that encompasses recipes with items like “behead animals; soak in brine,” it may be a surprise that the most cringe-worthy moments address Powell's personal life, but consider this unsavory triumvirate: her husband knows that she is having the affair; D, short for douche bag, dumps the author partway through and displays little to no personality; and Powell details every pitiful, pink-wine-soaked voicemail she leaves in an attempt to win back this ever-charming man.

Friday, February 12, 2010

This is not a sentence.

Emotional state: alternating angstisodes and possibilisodes.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Dreams I partially fabricated in e-mails to friends. This week.

I had a weird daydream that involved a "politics of" twitter hashtag, and, whereas I was previously plagued by fears of failure, I am now distressed by anxiety produced by mediocrity. And inefficiency.

I had a pretty weird dream last night. It ended with me enthusiastically hugging you and saying, "I DO resent that you resent that," and you replying, jubilantly, "Really? That''s great!"
Also, I think "that" had something to do with sideburns.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

existential angst and the Internet

Sorry, but you are looking for something that isn't here.

Monday, September 21, 2009

definition

"Us" and "home" were words that he and I pronounced differently, but always at a shallow angle. The "us" and "home" we spoke of was transient, comfortable, casual--a word to indicate the place where one or both of us habitually slept, when we knew each other.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Glamour

I've done a lot of thing. I was an insurance broker. I managed a heavy metal band. I went to rehab.~fellow intern

Monday, September 14, 2009

privileged

Client: You tell your Jim to teach my Jim not to be so wordy. He's got to stay on-message.

Me: Right. And since your Jim has a meeting in an hour, I'll try to get my Jim to get to your Jim's testimony right away, instead of explaining the set-up of the courtroom.


Sidenote: journey two into Rhode Island!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

prepubescent

My little brother turned thirteen yesterday, but he still doesn't have any armpit hair. I asked.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

overqualified--sentences from personal ads in Harvard Magazine, July-August 2009

Having all attributes a man could want.

Bright, captivating, affectionate artist and outdoor adventurer. Graceful, natural athlete, leggy slim figure, easygoing great looks, 49. International experience and sophistication yet deep roots in New England with the best of its philosophy and love of its landscape and light. Mischievous and genuine, sexy and comfortable with herself.

Drives red Prius, buys green. Creative, fun, low-maintenance. Nature lover, bird lover, travel/music lover. Delights in movies, kayaking, New Mexico, Martha's Vineyard, Buddhist retreats, speaking Spanish/Hebrew.

I am: glamorous Ivy Leaguer; highly accomplished.

Needs man to emotionally complement her and pursue committed partnership.

Friday, September 11

Trivia: liberal arts graduates:: fighter pilots: crop dusters

Thursday

Where there's smoke, there's lawyers.

Red Sox Nation

The crowd's voice surged in another cheer, and I looked at the field, assuming the Red Sox had hit another home run. (If that was the was the case, I could hardly be bothered to stand again--they'd already gotten five, and it was only the sixth inning). But the pitcher was just warming up. I looked to the stands again, and saw the wave, noted the breathy anticipation as the fans waited to see if it would jump from the third-base bleachers, past the scoreboard, to the backfield seats, where I was perched. It was the waves' third time around the stadium, and everyone cheered louder. I stood up.

Wednesday night

But, joy!~from the Vogue September issue, in reference to style during the recession

Monday, September 7, 2009

filler--catchy lyrics

I've got something sweet for you,
and I don't care if it is more
than you deserve.
~ "educated guess," Ani DiFranco

accidental pun

He was like a ring master who had traded the tuxedo in for overalls, and his accessories followed suit.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Pandora juxtaposition

electric rock instrumentation
a subtle use of vocal harmony
major key tonality
electric rhythm guitars
a dynamic male vocalist
prominent organ

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Reason 473 that I am not Ben Franklin

Forget the fact that he was a self-taught, wildly productive Francophile: he also finished what he started.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Friday, August 28

She was the kind of a woman who noticed the troubling details--three hairs that hung over a sideburn, the second-to-last sheet of toilet paper, the hangnail of speech a coworker would repeat four times in four minutes. But she was the kind of woman who kept quiet, afraid that any attention would lend these weaknesses their full measure of strength.

Tuesday, August 25

said of liquids