there's an article about Modest Mouse (by Darcy Hemley) in this month's Spin, and it includes the greatest anecdote I've ever heard:This may be all you need to know about [singer] Isaac Brock: Somewhere, he has a videotape of himself walking out int

once again, disinterest turns out to be the perfect aphrodisiac for the opposite sex. if only i could somehow bottle my boredom and apathy and apply it to people i actually liked. or at least figure out a profitable marketing scheme. 

it was a liquid weekend. it stormed on friday, sheets of rain coming down and into my open living room window. when it let up I got on the train and headed out to jersey city to see the Alphamales garage rock out, and to drink. a lot. (not like the o

it was sunday and it was coffee with Catherine in the neighborhood. we sat on a bench outside, while inside all the upwardly mobile locals typed typed typed away on their shiny silver laptops. we sipped slowly and chatted about new jobs and old fri

after reading the New York Observer's emo boy article, a coworker sent me an older, but similar, NY Post article, "NYC Men: Kids in a Candy Store". "In New York, dating must be relegated to an allotted slot - along with walking the

my coworker and I went to a pilates class at lunch today, because I'm all corporate and upwardly mobile like that. I was crazy sore from a different class the day before, so I thought pilates would be good and stretchy. well. we had a substitute

"But this new breed of sensitive straight guy is tricky. He looks masculine enough, in a scruffy, tending-toward-boyish way. But he’s vulnerable, emotional, subject to mood swings and fits of self-searching. He talks about his feelings. A lot.

it's funny how amorphous attraction is. how mood and time and environment and weather can all conspire to make you either naseous and happy and giddily muddled or bored and calm and despairingly unimpressed. how, if the wind is blowing and the light

Joey Comeau is one of the co-creators of the lovely, ineffable A Softer World. if you sign up for their mailing list, you get a little email from Joey at least once a week about his writing projects and other Softer World things. sometimes these

in case you do not read the fine print in the left-hand column, a new installment of my Career Girl Romance column is up at ReadMag.com. this one is about office cake parties. yes, it sounds like the intro to a bad comedy routine, but really, it's a

around and around and around and around in a disco-lit circle. it was the OfficeOps monthly rock n rollerskate party and we were skating our hearts out around and around and around the cement pillars and milling hipsters and caged bands. while Laur

he fell off the roof. right off, down two stories. we heard a series of small crashes a few feet away from where we were sitting, cross-legged, drinking our stolen beers. his friends, equally drunk, tentatively leaned over the edge of the roof to get

it's just as easy to assume she's not madly in love with you as it is to assume she is. trust me; ultimately it's way less stressful for everyone involved.

a week had passed since I'd last seen the cutest boy in new york and I was getting restless. I'd risked my job, getting to work later and later as I lingered on the subway platform, hoping to see him running for the train, and for what? the cutest b

we stood in the middle of the Strand, surrounded by stack after stack of books. books pushing against precarious handmade shelves, books testing the limits of overstuffed wooden tables, books brushing the dusty ceiling. so many books, blending int

Top Ten Delicious Corporate Treats(processed, packaged, or otherwise fake food you know you shouldn't like but are too delicious to pass up)~ meg ~10. movie popcorn. unhealthy, too much, and way the hell too expensive. your large popcorn pays for t

you don't see him.you see him and you're not impressed.you see him and you are impressed. He is not.you see him and you're impressed and he's impressed but you circle around and around, both positive that the other person does not feel anything

five weeks ago I saw the cutest boy in new york on the subway, and he saw me, and not-so-furtive glances were exchanged. there he was the next day too, getting on the train where I did, getting off the train where I did, both of us too silly and ba