plans that were thwarted by childhood friends and protests. thwarted in a good way.miss c: i am dead tired.me: i am tired too. let's have this be "sleeping weekend". that is the only thing we have to do, and if anyone calls up and says &quo

I liked it more when you were trying to impress me instead of trying to get rid of me.

walking to the subway yesterday, I saw a wall of wheat-pasted posters designed to look like boxing posters, but showing competing ad icons ("Kool-Aid Man VS Pillsbury Dough Boy", "AFLAC duck VS. Merrill-Lynch Bull"). the poster

all i eat is quesadillas. this happens every so often, where i get stuck on one type of food because it's tasty and i can't be bothered to find something better. before quesadillas it was tacos. before tacos it was vegetable fried rice. before that i

it was raining on saturday and Excalibur was on t.v. and suddenly i was back in freshman year of college on one of my most perfect days. listen. it's a weird thing to have as a top ten perfect day. i know this. but these sorts of things are not ever

Miss C dates nothing but bike guys. mountain bikers and street bikers and guys who work in shops, changing chains and pumping tires and fixing bearings. she doesn't go looking for them, has never met them at a ride or as they're pedaling down the str

she's wearing out her memories. she's taken them off the shelf too many times out of nostalgia and wistfulness and boredom, and the edges are starting to fray. they've been decontextualized, and though the details get sharper with each repetition,

"come out and play meg!" my friends said. "let's go have fun!" i had to work i told them, and they thought i meant i had to proofread and make the money that keeps me in records and quesadillas. i was working all right, but it was

the building where jay and i work contains many corporate types but not many cool kid types. whenever we see one, we alert each other to said cool kid's presence. the number of spottings has drastically increased lately.jay: I saw another kid in the

standing in the locker room at the gym, listening to a conversation three middle-aged, very upper middle-class women are loudly having while fixing their processed hair in the mirror. the first woman is peppering the other two with questions and anec

a month ago i posted a little rant? essay? called self-absorbed and sensitive are not the same thing. then i talked with my friends a lot about their relationships. and lo, the day came that Adam Read needed a new installment of my career girl romanc

there has only been one time in my life when someone has made me feel alive and electrified and in love, and only for a moment. on the other hand, I have racks and racks of plastic discs that make me feel like that for three minutes at a time, and wh

mikew does spoken word in austin (and occasionally new york) and he does it really, really well. go see him. he makes me want to try it too, but sometimes i'm shy. and sometimes i'm hopeful, so i wrote this. maybe i'll read it someday.He leaps over

today my mother emailed me, with the best of intentions:[So-and-so] works with someone who she thinks would be a great match for you. What do you think about her doing an email introduction? You two could do a little informal chat and see if there

there's something about new york that lends itself to arrested development. sometimes this is good. the vibrancy of youth is in the air and on the faces of teens and eighty year olds; there is a push to create and be and do that infuses work and pl

I've written a mini-review (with pictures!) of the 2004 Siren Festival, but so has Miss Trixie, and hers is much more amusing. go read it. in light of these reviews and our shared love of the Thermals, you might also enjoy the following email exchang

it is august already. soon it will be fall, and then 2005. we wish away our lives, and wonder where they went.

today I spent the afternoon cleaning out old papers and files and boxes and junk, and found amongst them a bunch of unmarked tapes. I put one in the tape deck and heard my old favorite ska songs coming out of the speakers and then my own young, tenta