A real backstage mostly resembles the opening tease of The Muppet Show: dust, bustle, and unflattering light. Em had gotten over her delusions of glamour
Month: March 2009
“A new tack that is somehow focused on me getting punched,†Harry said, setting his drink back down. “Maybe,†Schmidt said. “Once or repeatedly?†Harry
If you’ve never wept and want to, have a child. – read “Incarnations of Burned Children” by David Foster Wallace
“Spilt milk,” I told myself, the fire truck parked between two police cars on the street, the protestors who couldn’t hear me, and God. “If
I’m switching it up a bit today and instead of posting some deathless prose, I’m going to point you at the best comics you will
By the way, just in case anybody is wondering, I haven’t been posting about RaceFail ’09 not because I’m not listening or don’t care, but
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
No matter what they carry the world holds them in its grip simply because, they have a way to loosen love. – from “Women at
Her name was Connie. She was fifteen and she had a quick, nervous giggling habit of craning her neck to glance into mirrors or checking
a splinter of the evening breeze brought across such a distance it is now a word. They have placed it under glass. – from “Moving