While browsing around, I found an article I wrote when I was nine. Fourteen years ago. I remember sitting in a hotel room with my dad in upstate New York, on our last family vacation before my parents divorced, patiently editing and revising and writing. Apparently, even when I couldn’t write well, I still strove [...]
Archive for November, 2007
To: the hearing impaired me. Love: the deaf me.
Posted in Childhood revisited, Compelling randomness, Soapbox? Soapbox., The broken ear thing., Transplanted New Yorker on November 30, 2007 | 17 Comments »
The attack of the sweater bunnies.
Posted in Compelling randomness on November 29, 2007 | 9 Comments »
They’re stealthy.
They sneak up on you like the night.
One day, you put on your favorite sweater and all of a sudden, it’s the SWEATER BUNNIES!
You look in the mirror, straight on. “They’re huge!” you think. Turn sideways. “Man. I think they’re actually bigger than my head.” To confirm, you lift them up, hands under the [...]
White girl in a red car
Posted in Avocado, Gymnast-Drummer Boy, I can be a girl. Sometimes., Soapbox? Soapbox. on November 28, 2007 | 12 Comments »
We all do it.
I did it last night when I took a ride with my friend to drop one of her students off. I didn’t know her student lived in the bowels of North Richmond, where gang violence and shootings and drug deals are an everyday occurrence. Where they warn you not to go into [...]
What thoughts remain (or how strange our brains work)
Posted in Childhood revisited, Compelling randomness, I can be a girl. Sometimes., Transplanted New Yorker on November 27, 2007 | 13 Comments »
It’s been almost ten years since I’ve seen her last.
Yet I still remember her birthday (two days after Valentine’s Day.) I remember how she used to always wear a pair of black legging shorts under a t-shirt while we ran around at camp. I also remember how she cast a spell over those around me, [...]
A trip, a recap, and a list.
Posted in Avocado, Berkeley, relived., Gymnast-Drummer Boy, Jack of all Trades, Jersey days, Techny Besty, Thailand, Transplanted New Yorker, We are family on November 26, 2007 | 10 Comments »
Pros:
Hugging. Do you know how long it’s been since I had a proper hug? Especially from Jack of All Trades and Wing – they’re king of big hugs. Wing does the whole pick-up-spin-around-break-my-back kinda hug. But it’s nice. They don’t do that kind of hugging out here in Berkeley. Not really.
I now have jeans that [...]
Trip tree.
Posted in Gymnast-Drummer Boy, Zip. Zero. Nada. Nilch. on November 25, 2007 | 6 Comments »
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around, does it make a sound? How can we know it actually fell?
Likewise. If I trip in California, and no one is around, does it really happen?
(5 more days!)
Also. Best text of the week: “I put in and I put out,” – GDB.
Flying.
Posted in Zip. Zero. Nada. Nilch. on November 24, 2007 | 7 Comments »
This week is such a whirlwind, but I have tons of stories and thoughts and comments.
What I neglected to mention was my flight coming home was changed to about a half hour earlier and landing a little bit later. Which was fine. My flight to go back to California was changed utterly. I was supposed [...]
1999.
Posted in Zip. Zero. Nada. Nilch. on November 23, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Damn NaBloPoMo. Almost got me. More tomorrow, but for now, partying like it’s 1999.
Diff’rent strokes
Posted in I can be a girl. Sometimes., Zip. Zero. Nada. Nilch. on November 22, 2007 | 10 Comments »
The difference between men and women:
When we are being sad and insecure, we want guys to be all “Babe, I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to be together for a long time.”
Instead, guys say, “Eh. It’s another day tomorrow.”
And then we think, “Ah! But are you in my tomorrow?!” And then we overanalyze.
And then we [...]
Homecoming, part II.
Posted in Compelling randomness, Jersey days, Transplanted New Yorker, We are family, Zip. Zero. Nada. Nilch. on November 21, 2007 | 15 Comments »
Homecoming?
Was not so sweet.
I checked into Oakland for my flight to L.A. with plenty of time to spare. I read a magazine, read through a book, listened to music, got dinner, relaxed, figuring I had an hour flight before I caught the all important flight back to Philly. Boarded the plane, sat in my second [...]
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Past musings
A blast from the past
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Neato neatness.
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