January 2012
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I’m supposed to present “Her Secondhand Smoke” at the Sigma Tau Delta convention in February. I’m going to explodeeeeeee!
The nest the heart the home
An octogenarian, a psychic, she’d met at Starbucks came to Thanksgiving dinner.
He told me that his favorite ex-wife threw a grandfather clock at him. It was an antique, an heirloom, and she hurled it at him as punishment for waking her from a nap.
He told me that he knew all about lesbians.
“When you were six you thought mistress meant to put your shoes on the wrong feet. Now you are older and know it can mean many things, but essentially it means to put your shoes on the wrong feet.”
—Lorrie Moore, “How to Be an Other Woman,” Self-help
“Cold men destroy women,” my mother wrote me years later. “They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life and vitality and sun and greenness, and then when you love them, they lead you out into their real soul, a drafty, cavernous, empty ballroom, inexorably arched and vaulted and mocking you with its echoes—you hear all you have sacrificed, all you have given, landing with a loud clunk. They lock the greenhouse and you are as tiny as a figure in an architect’s drawing, a faceless splotch, a blur of stick limbs abandoned in some voluminous desert of stone.”
—Lorrie Moore, “What Is Seized,” Self-help
“‘Your numbness,’ my mother cries softly, ‘is something perhaps you cannot help. It is what the world has done to you. But your coldness. That is what you do to the world.’”
—Lorrie Moore, “What is Seized,” Self-help
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Just spent an hour and a half working on a page for my thesis, then accidentally smeared ink all over it, now it is destroyed. askldjfaksjfakjdfkalsjdfklasjfkdajf. I hate everything.
“We need the excuse of a fiction to stage what we really are.”
—Slavoj Zizek
Bleh
I have a burgeoning migraine, and I really just want to lay on my bed in my bathrobe in the quiet, but my roommates just burst in like, “Surprise! We’re home, and we brought five of the loudest people we know! We’ll be in the living room, simultaneously singing badly, playing Youtube videos at max volume, and shouting in British accents with the TV on in the background, I hope you don’t mind!”
“We have a perfect name for fantasy realized, and it’s called nightmare.”
—Slavoj Zizek
!!!!!!!!!
THE PANEL-BY-PANEL 30-PAGE DESCRIPTION OF MY THESIS (WITH DIALOGUE) IS NOW COMPLETE!
I SHALL MOVE ON TO PENCILLING!
I feel so accomplished.
“The purpose of this book is to direct attention to the various ways in which non-backboned animals reproduce … Some animals reverse sex, some shoot stimulant darts at each other, and some lose an arm while mating.”
—Haig H. Najarian, Sex Lives of Animals Without Backbones
A bouquet of lavender between friends
I buried my mind
in her body and left
it there to rot or
maybe to blossom
“My name’s not Luna, but I sure do love good. ;)”
—Harry Potter Pick-up lines