December 2011
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“If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I...”
– Anthony Bourdain, Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook
Family feud
My dad and I are having a noise contest since our rooms are right next to each other. I’m trying to drown out the sound of him singing along with Neil Diamond on his turntable and I’m playing Joe Dassin on my record player (and not singing along).
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Poll: should I go to Beijing or Shanghai?
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On the Road
I’ve done a lot of driving the past few days and it’s been nice driving alone and letting my thoughts wander into long streams of consciousness that start at one place and end up someplace completely different.
One plan I definitely want to put into action is to mount a camera to the dashboard of my car and just have it on while I drive. I want to make time lapse diaries of all the...
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In about three seconds, my mother can shoot down every sex positive piece of me that I built up in four years of college by calling me a slut.
What kind of mother does that.
I actually consider the word slut empowering and usually it doesn’t have negative connotations for me, but the way she says it is absolutely vile. It makes me sick thinking about it.
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WatchThis is for people who enjoy things like the way the movie Drive’s soundtrack is so perfectly fitting to the film.
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withcrookedfeathers:
Janey (uncharted-territories) is as sweet as pie, a Portland, Oregon gal after my own heart. She came back from her trip to Boston not too long ago, and took the time to send me a post card while she was there! Just look at that sweet-ass lobster.
Grrr, it took forever and a half to get to her!
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Thursday night update
I’m bleedin’ from the throat. My dad thinks it’s from mouth-breathing too much recycled air. At least I’m not cough-wheezing. That’s the worst.
I would like nose reconstruction, please.
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Tonight a saw a couple that looked like pseudo-versions* of you and your girlfriend and I’ll bet they wondered why I was inexplicably shooting them death stares.
*The way they resembled you and yours was akin to the experience of trying to recall a dream but never quite getting the details right.
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I have to get up in t-minus 6 hours and have myself a fully booked day. Fuck, I’m gonna need a fat catnap.
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Life changes
When I was une petite fille, I always talked about attending the Sorbonne or Harvard. Those were the only schools in the world to me. I was the smartest kid of anyone in my parents’ friend-network; often bragged about by my mom and held in high esteem by others. People were always - and still are - watching my every move. My idea of success was being a professional - working in an office and...
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