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it all looks and works better over here.

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on The Velvet Teen's "False Profits." I'm on the green line train, Boston, bound for North Station, and I've very recently become homeless. I think, "Yes, this is what they write about, isn't it?" thinking specifically about Al Burian and his book Burn Collector, a compilation of his most excellent zine work. The book is largely about Burian's time spent homeless, or mostly homeless, sleeping on

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I scored some sick (other acceptable adjectives: ill, fresh, fly) new glasses today. I also got sent home early from work for drinking beer on my lunch break, but that's another story.Here's my beautiful and spiritual journey of discovery re: the glasses, in ten parts.I: Here They Are.Look at them.II: What Do I Think of These New Glasses?Let me inspect them closely.III: I Am Thinking Very Hard

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A very good friend of mine once told me, "Denver's the smallest big city in the country." At that point I was still fairly new to living in the city, having clawed my way out of the suburbs' stultifying grasp less than a year prior, and I didn't understand what she meant--everything seemed so new, there were so many places to explore, so many people to meet. But she seemed to know everyone. When

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An actual sticky note left (when? I can't remember) on the dashboard of my computer:buysockspants?Clearly I am thoroughly unprepared for adulthood and the post-grad life. Fear for me.

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Blog.

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Leaving in a few hours for Boston. Going to wave hello to New York City while I'm there.See you in a week.

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A certain whimsical, very ladylike, somehow faintly unicornesque friend of mine (pictured above wearing a delightful little headpiece!) told me today when I ran into her at the bus stop on campus that I look like one of the Beatles. I believe she specifically used the term "mop-topped." My hair has gotten long, but I think there's one specific difference in the state of my hairyness as of the

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Stumbled upon these literary bar jokes while researching James Joyce for a presentation. Quite. Quite.My favorite is Twain's:Mark Twain: Give me a brandy.Bartender: So Charles Dickens came in the other day and ordered a martini.Mark Twain: Did he take an olive or twist? Ha ha ha!Bartender: (tearful) You did that on purpose, didn't you?And although I know it's an exaggeration that most people take

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1922-2007

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One pleasant thought:Thinking here that no matter where I end up geographically I am the same me there as I am here & so have the same inclinations, which means even if two years from now I'm living outside of Tokyo and teaching English, my late nights will still boast the same general composition:Sitting up, pushing back the light of the next day, little room, computer, listening to the pillows,

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I've been noticing something strange lately when I watch TV: bands I actually like and respect are licensing their music to television commercials. I know this is by no means a new occurrence, but it seems to be happening more often recently with so-called "indie bands." There are plenty of people stalking usually late-night across the Interwebs who will start throwing around the S-word (rhymes

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And also with Laura Veirs (in particular, the song "Magnetized," which really ought to be on her MySpace page). She's got everything I loved about Lisa Loeb when I was seventeen (intelligent lyrics, a charming bookishness, hot librarian glasses, she's a girl who plays guitar, etc.), plus her music is infinitely more grown-up and listenable (although I'll always love Lisa Loeb for calling her band

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To which I respond:Oh my lord, I didn't know you were coming. I wasn't ready.I will be.See you in ten days.And his speedy return:i know man, i didn't think you would be.just lookin' out for ya.i'll bring some epinephrine loaded hypodermic needles, but i'm afraid you're going to administer them to yourself.So now we're counting down.And already there's been beer and liquor with Glenn, on not his

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If you've been around at all you know the characters, and if you were around last summer or last winter break you'll remember a handful of key players, a ragged, broke, well-read, well-dressed bunch, geniuses every one, out-of-towners hardly down and out, at least one growing his beard out: these are my friends.Word has it Glenn Negretti's back in town for a week or so and this morning a message

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There is a tiny bit of back history to be addressed here (everyone loves history!) before I write the body of this post (a post which is--I'm apologizing right now--surely going to be rather long and riddled with hyperlinks like land mines; however, if you click on every link, you'll be all the better informed! Clicking on every link I give you is rather similar in practice to speaking to

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As a writer, this (thanks, Laura!) is fascinating in terms of character study. I once wanted to write a novel--or maybe a series of them; I was always over-ambitious--that tied in 108 characters--with the emphasis on some more than others--in sort of a modernized loose retelling of the 水滸傳 (Shui Hu Zhuan)/水滸伝 (Suikoden) story, a kind of contemporary urban epic about the intertwined lives of 108

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All day rereading The Perks of Being a Wallflower listening to Slowdive/Neil Halstead/Mojave 3like some kind of dream.I still swear I heard one day half asleep breathing somewhere on Just for a Day and am still obsessed with finding out where and finding a way to put that into a recording. Tonight I'll pass 30,000 words. I don't know if I have a novel yet but I certainly have a lot of words about

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Just now upon waking I heard on the radio Simon & Garfunkel's "Scarborough Fair" and in my half-sleep delusion was sure that it was a cover version by Sufjan Stevens. Listen to it and tell me you can't hear the influence.2700ish words so far and that's only day one. If I can keep up this pace I'll be alright. Today's interrupted by work so I've got to write half now, half later, which may not be

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A windy night, cold, and I feel like I'm waiting around for a train, killing time--there's work to be done, things to read, school duties to fulfill, but all I can think about is the story I'm going to begin writing on Wednesday. It will be finished on a Thursday, thirty days later. It is a story about a man named Jim, a woman named Freya, and an absent mouse.Right now it's hardly anything. In a

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Tonight The Stills are the best band in the world. The only thing that'll work. Sleep would kill this melancholy but I can't sleep for the blues themselves. It's a terrible place to get stuck.Too many people too much too fast too soon--and also honestly right now I hate the fact that I'm ever going back to work at the grocery store again, and hate myself a little bit for telling myself I hate it

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That is to say, I didn't write this. But you must read it and here it is, the great list, the joy in my new discovery.Belief & Technique for Modern Prose a List of Essentials1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy2. Submissive to everything, open, listening3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house4. Be in love with yr life5. Something that you feel will find

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and do nothing right now, or ever again, other than listen to The Weakerthans, drink hotwhiskeycider, and watch the snow.The reality: in five days I will be writing a novel.The reality: in thirty-five days I will have written a novel.What I will need:1. ideas2. computer3. time4. courage5. hotwhiskeycider6. sweaters7. your unconditional love and supportTomorrow morning Jordan and I will drive

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