Tonight I stood on Sarah's porch while Amelia braided my hair. She braided my hair and I watched my friends in the kitchen cooking lentil soup. Everywhere was brisk, autumn finally sneaking back into the air. I stood incredibly still as Amelia took her scissors and cut. My hair was so thick that it took a good minute to chop that braid off. And it fell to the ground like an animal stunned, eighteen inches of woven hair--a good pound of hair--gone. And it felt wonderful. Literally a weight off of me. The scissors had sounded horrible crunching...
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Monday, 29 September 2008
Usually when you get to a new town you are not greeted by this:Oh, sure, you could dream about it happening (wistfully, with many stars in the eyes) but the chances of seeing this greeting in real life are slim to none. Slim to none, that is, unless you happen to go to Centerville, Iowa on the day of their annual Pancake Parade. Which is exactly what I, and the great Pancake 7, did last Saturday. But even before you soak up the sweet sounds of the...
Friday, 26 September 2008
Thursday, 25 September 2008
It is no secret that my love for Kevin Arnold, aged 11-13, is vast and unending. But it all came into hyper focus last night at about midnight when I saw this:[Fastforward to 5:50]That’s right, Kevin Arnold SQUARE DANCING! With poor, bless-her-heart Margaret Farquhar on top of it all! Square dancing… Remember fourth grade? That’s when Willow Elementary School embarked on its square dance physical education. I have no idea how they corralled the bunch of us in the multi-purpose room and taught us how to do-si-doe. There were a lot of cootie shots...
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
I become a semi-certified writer, meaning something small and written during the x,y,z hours of night, gets published. And you'd think I'd be braver, put more writing on this silly little blog, but it's scary. So I take heart in the courage of Ashmae and Lia and follow in their footsteps to submit this for your consideration--A Revisionist History of How(from, with many thanks, Juice: A Journal of the Ordina...
Let me try to paint an appropriate picture for you of how I spent two hours of my Sunday evening. Say it was raining and say I was baking pumpkin chocolate chip cookies (because it was and I was). Say some guys called me up to come to a games night. And perhaps when I walked into their house they were playing a wicked game of Halo, complete with a running commentary from all the males in the room. The apartment was of the cinder block assortment,...
Monday, 15 September 2008
This morning we had a small moment of silence for David Foster Wallace in class. It was just a bunch of writers heads bowed over the first page of a rather exquisite fiction piece he wrote in which he delivered Marlon Brando from a somewhat brutish interpretation to that of a poignant, multi-dimensional one and it was breathtaking. We sat in silence and read in silence until our professor finally said something: "Perhaps writing is a dangerous thing." And then: "I do not know why I feel this loss of David so much. I miss him." So all day I just...
Saturday, 13 September 2008
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
Sunday, 7 September 2008
rollerblading was cool in my neighborhood for a few months in 1995. there was a lot of street hockey going on and that naturally meant blades for all. then, inexplicably, rollerblading became the exact opposite of cool. mostly it's because people with blades started doing things like this: unacceptable. so paris in 2004 took me by complete surprise. never in my life had i seen so many normal, urban, attractive people on six wheels. and...
Friday, 5 September 2008
for this wondrous video, which i watch at least 5 times a day:amit peled, you who at the age of twenty-one, flew from israel to yale to study with a great cellist, a master cellist (who invited you on full scholarship)--you who told this master cellist one year later that it was time to go somewhere new. and what did you do? you phoned bernard greenhouse at his home in the cape and said, simply, with no frills: "mr. greenhouse you are my hero. can i come play for you?" because that is all you've ever wanted to do. and of course he was...
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
Monday, 1 September 2008
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