January 2009
40 posts
2008: The Year in Photos
Winter
(NFAA Arts Week, SigEp semi, Froshlife victory)
Spring
(New Orleans on spring break, Chronicle folk, talking to vivienne in montreal on video chat)
Summer
(At Appalshop in Whitesburg, Kentucky with Lauren and Matt, at The Casa in Kentucky with Matt, Food World in Whitesburg, driving to the mountains (colorado) with Vivienne and Asya)
Fall
(the...
December 2008
71 posts
New Year's
In 2008, I gained: 5 pounds, The Boy, a penchant for the words bizarre and deranged I lost: a lot of sleep, a lot of earrings, and briefly the ipod formerly known as Graham Porterfield I stopped: eating Chipotle burritos I started: eating Chipotle burrito bowls I was hugely satisfied by:
(the election, the chronicle, The Boy, the DNC, eastern Kentucky)
(oh, and this short story)
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Pinky and the Brain theme song in French (en...
Open letter to the universe
“I’m sorry you’re hurt” does not pass muster as a sincere and meaningful form of apology.
Mother, take note.
Keep it coming...
comments on the post below this one, I mean.
Of the 10 people who have visited since I posted that, only two have commented. I know you’re out there, tumblrdudes :-)
A Question For All
So tonight I was like, hey The Boy, let’s have a talk about studying abroad but actually about the State of My Life and how the State of My Life is CRISIS. Then he was all, no it’s not. And I was all CRISIS CRISIS CRISIS and metaphorically ran around like a metaphorical person on metaphorical fire. (And he was really nice and doused me with metaphorical water, if you must know). Um....
Somalia's President Quits After 4 Years →
man, now somalia doesn’t have a government. oh wait…
Stalin Voted 3rd Best Russian →
I am home all alone
with the Sunday New York Times completely to myself.
Dear My Schedule for Next Semester,
why must you be so impossible? why do all the good classes at both UNC and Duke meet between 3 and 5 in the afternoon? what kind of world do we live in where i must choose between creative nonfiction (UNC) and news as a moral battleground (Duke) and between the russian novel (Duke) and france in subsaharan africa (UNC). Also, that feminist theory class at UNC looks sweet…why am I third on...
We Regret These Errors
Bouncing around the interwebs the other day I came across a great page on the website for The Stranger, Seattle’s independent weekly. It has all their “we regret this error” messages for 2008. Among the best, in my opinion:
The Stranger news staff regrets that neighborhood meetings do not have open bars.
Eric Grandy, the music editor of The Stranger, regrets his overuse of the...
Awkward Things to Post on Someone's Facebook Wall...
Merry x-mas [name]! Thank you for the birthday wishes and for being the best thing that happened to me this year. I’m sorry we wont be together for newyears cuz I think we both know who I want to be kissing at midnight. I love you so terribly much that it does hurt sometimes. I can’t wait until we’re together again, (it’s what I wished for when i blew out my 1 candle...
In the Reading Queue
Just Finished
King Leopold’s Ghost by Adam Hochschild
The New Yorker winter fiction issue
Currently Reading
The Plague by Albert Camus
Next Up
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (hey, if it’s interesting enough for every feminist blogger / writer ever to comment on, it’s interesting enough for me)
Sentimental Education by Gustave Flaubert
The Masterpiece by Emile Zola
On...
A Fuller Wine—Abigail Washburn and the...
This Winter Break: An Exercise in Stuff White...
Just to demonstrate how ridiculous of a human being I am, a complete rundown of the items from Stuff White People Like that I have encountered this winter break:
#1: Coffee—every day, all the time. and by “all the time” i mean “approximately four times per day”
#6: Organic Food—currently chilling in my fridge (oh the double entendre of it all), and...
Did I Make You Cry on Christmas? (Well, You...
Merry Christmas, My Tumblronis
:-)
“Uh, this may be a wrong number, but Marco man, we just wanted to let you know...”
– Phone message I received this afternoon on my cell
Where should I go this summer?
I could go here:
or here:
or here:
or here:
(Top to bottom: Capetown, South Africa; Kolkata, India; Moshi, Tanzania; Freetown, Sierra Leone)
(shout-out to my friend Julian Robertson, endower of the most amazing scholarship of all time)
Does gelt sound like guilt because it’s jewish? -Asya Pokrovskaya
(update 2:42 a.m.- sometimes when I update my blog from my phone I forget important stuff…like the attribution of the quote. Oh blogging via text message, how you trouble me so)
“You guys go have your romance.”
– My 13-year old sister Zoey, to The Boy and me
Things that never get old
Good sandwiches, the sunday new york times, sleeping late, buying books, denver in the winter, the smell of christmas trees, emails from people you haven’t talked to in a long time, walking my dog, free music, unexpected compliments, banjos, audrey hepburn movies, and red rocks.
So here's a story...
When I was eight, I wrote a novel. Below is a (totally real) excerpt:
After dinner we went upstairs to get ready for Pony Pennings Day, even though tomorrow was only the day before Pony Pennings Day we had to help get ready. It was going to be so exciting! Tomorrow was the day that the men and boys had to round up the ponies and the rest of the people had to wash the dishes. We had to go to bed...
Required Reading for all 20 somethings: Joan... →
(via bottle-it-up)
“one of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.”
True story: I am taking a creative nonfiction class next semester because I want to be Joan Didion. Not be like her, actually be her. I want to be...
YOU GUYS
I am seeing Kara in like 3.4 minutes because she is coming TO MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW
The Boy is coming tomorrow at 2:19 pm to Denver International Airport, Denver, CO, USA
The Russian arrives Thursday
Vivienne will be here on the 22nd
ALL THE COOLEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD WILL BE IN DENVER EXCEPT FOR SOME OF THEM ASGKLAJSKLG
I have successfully
overthestairs:
procrastinated my entire workload. “Reading Period” has effectively extracted the ounces of motivation I had stockpiled, and the event of my approaching departure shines bright to blind my eyes to Psychology notes, and Math, and shit. Curse you, my persisting lack of perspective.
Same old song and dance, I know.
[insert strange/humorous/interesting picture here]
Oh man....
It's -19 degrees
When you go outside it hurts to breathe.
YOU GUYS I BET ALASKA IS LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME.
That tempers my enthusiasm a bit, I must say. But only a little. New plan: I’ll live there in the summers and in the winters go somewhere with an income tax that’s accessible by roads. And where it’s not a billion degrees below zero all of the time.
Okay, my life is once again in order....
In case you hadn't already noticed...
I am Stuff White People Like personified.
Observe the beginning of the article about hummus:
When it comes to food, all white people are either allergic to/or have stopped eating everything you consider delicious.
Oh god. That is me and my boyfriend in a nutshell. A nutshell that he is allergic to and I’ll probably pass on as well, seeing as it’s most likely the garnish for some...
Let the Winter Breaking Begin
I am officially done with my obscenely long creative writing portfolio (60+ pages), obscenely bullshit-y documentary studies final, obscenely ill-conceived oral history paper, obscenely non-stressful french final (I determined beforehand that if I scored anywhere between a 77 and a 98 my grade would not change), and obscenely pointless history-paper-like-thing (don’t ask).
Now I’m...
boarding the airplane to come home, i have a...
Random Acquaintance From History Class: Hey
Me: Hey
RAFHC: So are you going to Colorado to ski too?
Me: No...I live there.
RAFHC: Oh.
A day without posts
pitiful.
But here’s a fun fact: The Boy will be in Denver from December 16 to 22. I am now taking ideas for cool things to do with him. Thoughts? Feelings? Dreams? Let me know, people.
Way Back When
Because I am a) tired of doing my homework and b) don’t want to bother The Boy, who is sitting across the table looking very studious and cute, I’ve spent the last 20 minutes perusing my blog from 9th grade.
Not much to report here except that this is the kind of thing that reminds me never to procreate. Yes, that is correct, me as an adolescent is the reason I think having children...
