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Hyperbole: A figure of speech in which exaggeration is used for emphasis or effect, as in I could sleep for a year.
More photos of my pretty friend. I really liked this one. Please pardon the memepool-esque hyperlinks — I just learned how to do them a few weeks agone and they are super fun. I’ve been trying to do one scary thing each week. That’s easy, considering everything scares me. Yesterday I found someone who also … Continue reading
King of the road*
Chapter the Twelfth, in which: I talk to Jack and no one is naked. How delighted was I to see Jack’s ruddy, nervous face hovering in my kitchen? So delighted. At last, someone willing to discuss Elliott Smith’s albums with me at length without getting bored. And it was nice to see the rest of … Continue reading
P.Hill Baseball: We won’t get drunk and hit on you. Much.
I’m reading The Professor and the Madman, which naturally is a book about the OED. It’s more interesting than I thought it would be, especially the part where I learned the word “sesquipedalian,” meaning either a word which is a foot and a half in length, or a person who is a foot and a … Continue reading
Virtual tomfoolery for the Gamma Generation.
Michael Ondaatje has a poem — the sixth in a series of nine — which goes like this: Five poems without mentioning the river prawn. In the seventh poem, he mentions it. I could love a man who knows something about river prawns. I’m none too seafood savvy myself. Once at dinner with a friend … Continue reading
“Not unacquainted with distress,” she said, “I have learned to succor the unfortunate.”
“Not unacquainted with distress,” she said, “I have learned to succor the unfortunate.” I spent the day turning into toast. So much for my vow of absence, but a day spent lounging by the swimming pool, reading old sci-fi and drinking the gift of juice was not a day wasted. Last night I went to … Continue reading
When you’ve totally exhausted Memepool.
Happy birthday, Vigils. When we were young we played in plum trees and swimming pools and spoke the irascible language of quarrelsome children in the suburban heat. Now we are old and two of us live extraordinary lives and then there’s me. This talk pisses Katie off I think. She says, I am living in … Continue reading
And you — and you — and you were there!
Last night I dined with the Millers. I am now (not so) secretly in love with both of them. Tracy is 38, gorgeous, and acts like a twelve year old. She’s got this manic energy and, more importantly (for my ego), acts delighted about everything I say. Everything anyone says actually. Ian, her absurdly young … Continue reading
I’m in a box! I’m in a box!
It’s been awhile since I’ve chronicled anything and I’m kind of rusty. Even my journal has stopped…my interior world which used to be all I had has suddenly turned external, and now I find myself concerned only with things like asparagus covered in feta, or card games at night, or new sheets. It makes me … Continue reading
Just put down the snorkel mask…
I realize that the reason I wanted my friends to have formal pictures taken together is that I am trying to squeeze them into the vacuum left by the Sicilian. The boyfriend vacuum. I guess that’s a lot of people to squeeze into a space left by only one person–and not an enormously large person … Continue reading