Archive for July, 2011
July 29, 2011Failure is totally an option.
In which I discuss writer’s block, and how it never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever goes away, NEVER EVER.
July 23, 2011BOYBOMB: RIP, Amy
I came home from a memorial for a friend to find that Amy Winehouse had died. Fortunately, our friend Geoffrey was ready with a response. RIP, Ames.
July 22, 2011Self, effacing
Break out the fuzzy lens and smear it with Vaseline, ’cause none of us is getting any younger, though some of us are certainly dedicated to trying.
July 19, 2011The tragedy of the blue daisy
Look, a happy flower! I will now ruin it for you. Prepare to be depressed in delightful new ways, as we present another episode of “Late Night Ill-Advised Blogging Theater.”
July 11, 2011Flipping
In which I tire of writing and deleting, and resort to going through my recent notebook for things to post.
July 5, 2011Excuses. Excuses.
I meant to write about the fireworks, and how they always strike me as dazzling and awful at the same time, such dumbshows of human hubris, but how I can’t resist the visual spectacle, the satisfaction of watching things blow up, seeing matter shatter into shimmering shards (ucch, alliteration, SO undergraduate), but then I went off on some other I don’t know what and never got around to it.