July 2008
8 posts
City Street Sightings: 1
This week, only in New York:
One // A woman putting ketchup on her pizza.
Two // A cockroach in my bathroom the size of an African lion.
When would be a good time to freak out about my academic future?
…my brain chooses now. C’est tres parfait. (No, n’est pas vrai.)
Trysts with Fiction (But No Tryst Fictionalised)
I’ve been ripping through books like it’s no one’s business. (Good god, I hate that phrase with all of my might.) Following returning from Scotland, I tore into Lolita, which was as thoroughly gutwrenching and wonderful as I expected. I also somehow managed to abuse it so hard that I owe Mike a new book. After the epic musings of Nabokov - who officially titlated, captivated,...
This morning, while in Grand Central, an extremely handsome man went out of his way to say,
“I just wanted to tell you that you look beautiful today.”
Robotic Victory
When you’re from New York, there are few things that really, truly bother you. You don’t notice the stench of the trash or the fact that the streets really are as filthy as the tourists complain they are. And you can’t bother about the odd man that stands on the southeastern corner of 43rd and Lex every morning, sputtering filth from his mouth every other word.
But there is...
Such Small Blog
With the launch of my new site, Such Small Hands, about to happen, I figure it’s only fitting to pair it up with some of my more live musings. Hence, a tumblelog is born. We’ll see from here.
M