April 2011
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oh wow guys, the author of Animorphs did a... →
and it turns out she is awesome and hilarious. I am not exactly surprised. I used to read those books SO HARD for like three or four years of my life.
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Driving down the road: two police motorcycles followed by an ambulance. The siren sounds have slightly different notes to them. Occasionally they sync up and it sounds like they’re playing the first few measures of “la cucaracha” over and over.
Also sighted on the metro: man singing to himself, dressed normally except for shin guards.
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1. spend a few years looking for simple, brownish gladiator-type sandals because I am picky and have a thing about not having zippers on my shoes
2. finally find perfect ones in Greece, have them fitted and thus obtain the first pair of properly-fitting sandals I have worn since I was around thirteen
3. to avoid wettage, avoid wearing them until I am back in Paris and know it’s not going...
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I should be writing about Mannerism but I'm not
List of things I should actually be doing:
seven page paper on Vasari’s Perseus Delivering Andromeda, currently at 1/2 page
twenty-minute oral presentation on Robert Smithson’s Spiral Jetty, currently at the stage of “vague handwritten outline in which several items are empty lines or series of question marks”
laundry
packing
procuring food for myself like a...
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“I will ask paretnaqls, oh my god what did i just type”
– what is wrong with me (in the category of confusing typos I make on facebook chat)
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the longer I live in paris, the more...
I miss pie. A tart is not an equivalent.
I fail bizarrely at the language (note: this is not to say that my french has gotten worse - it has gotten much better, so that where I once would have not even tried putting certain thoughts into words I now attempt ineffectually and come out with something that’s just slightly wrong enough to confuse everyone a little.)
time I spend feeling like...
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Strasbourg: land of a thousand sausages
Ali: There are like seven different sausages on this plate. Seven sisters...and seven sausages... Was that the title of a movie?
Anais: You're thinking of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.
Ali: Oh, yeah, that's the one. The sausages were a... synechdoche...
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ma douche est bouchée
This means “my shower is clogged,” and it is true. It’s a fun thing to say because it rhymes. In practice, however, it is less entertaining than it is horrifying. Lacking the proper tools, my go-to implement of drain unclogging is a knitting needle, or, if things become particularly out of hand, a knitting needle with a pair of Swiss-army knife tweezers rubberbanded on the end....
