As It Were

Family reunion

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 08:06:00 -0500

My dad and step-mom in Senegal, November 21-28, 2009.

One of the best weeks of my semester :-)

unexpected homesickness triggers

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 19:16:49 -0500

Sufjan Stevens’ version of “O Come O Come Emmanuel.”
Emails from the Duke Chronicle asking the staff to sign up for Secret Jesus Christ, our version of secret santas.
Remembering that Thanksgiving exists.

jennabee: Margaret Atwood, from ”Against Still Life.”

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 17:57:59 -0500

jennabee:

Margaret Atwood, from ”Against Still Life.”

Does anyone still read this thing? I could not know. But...

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 17:15:30 -0500

Does anyone still read this thing?

I could not know.

But somehow “I just bought the cutest dress! Please look!” didn’t quite seem like it would fit on my travel blog. So here it is.

Five bad habits

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 11:26:45 -0400

magicmolly:

Recycling old stories
Masking complaints in eloquence
Masking banality in eloquence
Being cold
Wasting time

I second this entry. Emphatically.

Dream jobs for next summer include...

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 06:18:05 -0400

M c S W E E N E Y ’ S

I N T E R N S H I P S .

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Internships for McSweeney’s and The Believer are haphazard, disorganized, and entirely unpaid. On the other hand, interns are vital to our whole operation, and they generally seem to have good experiences. And they do receive free books, not to mention our gratitude. Duties include reading submissions, finding images, checking facts, and going to the post office. Post-office trips aren’t a huge percentage of the job, but they are one of its spiritual cores and must be undertaken with extreme enthusiasm. However, no one is ever asked to get coffee for anyone else.

If this sounds like waterslide fun and you are interested in being an intern, please send a couple paragraphs to interns-sf@mcsweeneys.net discussing relevant experience, why McSweeney’s in particular, what you hope to get out of the internship, and when you’d be available. It’s simpler if you’re already in the San Francisco area, because we tend not to anticipate our needs until they are urgently upon us. We apologize in advance for our very slow replies. Also, we have a small, cluttered office without a lot of seats, so we will surely have to make a bunch of arbitrary decisions, turning away plenty of worthy candidates. So, to conclude, sorry for everything and thanks for your interest.

I am finally inspired to write again. I just don’t know what yet. But thank you, Dakar, you...

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 16:44:30 -0400

I am finally inspired to write again. I just don’t know what yet.

But thank you, Dakar, you do good work.

fuckyeahbabyanimals: kaylababy: (via veronicathenoseylady)

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 06:37:55 -0400

fuckyeahbabyanimals:

kaylababy:

(via veronicathenoseylady)

Photo

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 11:12:54 -0400

Please excuse the puddle of lame that is this blog right now

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 16:25:24 -0400

And all the whine-age that has been going on here lately.

NO MORE.

when does it get easier?

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 19:26:39 -0400

soon. please. i hope.

ugghhh

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 10:16:35 -0400

all my emails from all the time that has ever elapsed in the world have suddenly DISAPPEARED from my inbox and i’m not going to lie i’m pretty concerned about this. i didn’t realize how much information i keep stored in my email until right this very moment. please please come back, emails. i really miss you.

this is what has happened to me

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:44:00 -0400

i zoomed around europe. i drank wine in beautiful places and puzzled over strange modern art i didn’t understand and glutted myself on castles and castles and more and more castles. and then, for reasons unknowable, i jumped on a plane and went to west africa. in senegal there are goats munching grass in the road next to clothing boutiques and people are so kind about me speaking idiot-person french and they keep giving me food and food and all the most delicious food. the people i’m with seem really cool and our director is from kinshasa (it’s the second largest french-speaking city in the world, did you know?).

the only problem is that instead of andrew being here, he is not here. and this, i realize, is quite the problem. i keep doing this thing where i go to africa and forget to take him with me and i wish i would stop. i am joking but i am not joking. goddamn. there’s nothing even remotely romantic about distance. it’s just full of suck.

listen up

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 23:56:00 -0400

okay peoples and peoplettes, here’s the dealsville—tomorrow night i’m getting on a plane bound for bucharest with a suitcase, a boy, and more reading material than i’ll ever need for two weeks of traveling (what can i say, my worst nightmares involve waking up in a foreign city BOOKLESS). the route—though currently a bit fuzzy—is going to be something involving bucharest, budapest, prague, and paris. when we get to franceburg, i’ll stick around for a few days to marvel at how difficult it is to understand french when it’s spoken by Actual French People, and then I’ll peace out to Dakar, Senegal. I plan to stick around for a bit—let’s say four months or so, and then back to Denver, Duke, and the sweet, sweet nation that is the United States of America.

In the meantime there will be updates—both here and at my travel blog, but they’re likely to be sporadic. But don’t worry, RyanBloglets, I won’t forget about you. Our love will never die.

OVER AND OUT.

hey, that’s my middle name (seattle)

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 18:53:06 -0400

hey, that’s my middle name

(seattle)

Nothing says America like green cookies. (seattle)

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 18:47:20 -0400

Nothing says America like green cookies.

(seattle)

meanwhile, at my sister's 14th birthday dinner...

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 18:37:23 -0400

Me: Zoey, Andrew says happy birthday.
My brother: Zoey, Chloe [his girlfriend] says happy birthday.
My mom: Zoey, my future boyfriend that I don't have yet says happy birthday.

my mom is pretty (seattle)

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 01:57:38 -0400

my mom is pretty

(seattle)

Photo

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 11:11:34 -0400

ways to diffuse the awkwardness of being at a wedding where your mother tells a woman she has just met that you have small breasts

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 02:16:52 -0400

alcohol