July 2010
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April 2010
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“Yes. I rewrite my poems so often that I sometimes get mixed up about which...”
– James Wright, in a 1975 interview with The Paris Review.
“You are so young, so much before all beginning, and I would like to beg you,...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, July 16, 1903
March 2010
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Kodi
Kodi, my boyfriend’s dog, is sleeping in a plush doggy bed on the floor. I am under the covers in my own warm bed, tired and groggy from a long weekend of traveling. Just a moment ago I shined the light from my laptop on Kodi and saw that he had changed positions. He must have moved so quietly I didn’t notice.
These days it feels like I can’t make a single move without second...
Poetry Tuesday
so comes love
let it go - the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise - let it go it was sworn to go
let them go - the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers - you must let them go they were born to go
let all go - the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things - let all go dear
so comes love
(e. e....
February 2010
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Under My Desk
Today, as I plugged a digital recorder into the back of my computer, I took a moment to rest under my desk and look quietly at my co-worker’s shoes.
It’s quite peaceful under there, staring at shoes.
Wouldn’t it be funny if I had caught the eye of another co-worker, also under his or her desk, observing?
I think so.
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“To have that sense of one’s intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is...”
– From “On Self Respect” by Joan Didion.
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This is for my friend Will.
Everyone is unoriginal, but he can’t do it the way you can. You have your own way of looking at things, of interpreting the world. And I love you. Keep going.
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“Before the region can finish digging out from the deepest February snow on...”
– via Peter Mucha at The Philadelphia Inquirer.
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Reading and Thinking and Writing
In college I met a girl named Lauren, who is now the wind beneath my wings and my go-to girl for anything related to Jesus or butt cheeks. But before we officially introduced ourselves—when I sent her a random and unprovoked email asking if she needed any editors for the school newspaper and, shockingly, she said yes, she did—I developed a serious friend crush on Lauren. I admired her...
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Tears of Joy
In this vast and diverse world, there is one thing—ONE THING—that is bound to make me cry every single time.
Are you ready for it? Maybe you’ll agree with me.
OK, here goes: It’s dancing. People dancing in large groups, specifically. I’ll give you some examples.
Check out this video. My best friend’s mom choreographed it with her co-workers, and her younger...
January 2010
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“All I ask is one thing—and I’m asking this particularly of young...”
– Conan O’Brien, in his closing remarks of the final episode of The Tonight Show.
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Rachel Thurston is a Fantastic Photographer →
And I am dying to go to Seattle. Visit her site, people.
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What Could You Live Without? →
A truly inspiring op-ed from Nick Kristof in The New York Times.
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For the Love of Style Guides →
A new online style guide for the 21st century, Pity the Poor Reader, updates what Strunk & White began with The Elements of Style, a text that will, I think, always remain a classic, the veritable grammar bible for writers and readers and lovers of old and stalwart men and clear prose. (Strunk & White would have hated that sentence, I know.) But this… this is something new and fresh,...
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“David loved being a writer, not so that he could dazzle us with the glorious...”
– David Foster Wallace’s sister, here.
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To My Dear and Lovely Readers*
You can’t see me, but I’m doing a happy dance. And I’m doing it for you. Oh yeah.
*That means you, Danny Corey.
What's that word? Dictionary, please!
Cognoscente: A person with superior, usually specialized knowledge or highly refined taste; a connoisseur. See also: Ira Glass, Maira Kalman.
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“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at,...”
– Joan Didion