February 2012
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Tune Yards - Powa. This one is a slow burn.
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January 2012
5 posts
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Notebooks
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Days of this February were white and magical, the nights were starry and crystalline. The town lay under a cold glory.
Dyed Siberian horse.
As thin as a repeated dream.
The sea was coming up in little intimidating rushes.
The island floated, a boat becalmed, upon the almost perceptible curve of the world.
Lost in the immensity of surfaceless blue sky like air piled on air....
“Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.”
– Jean Cocteau (1889-1930, France)
“The writing’s easy, it’s the living that is sometimes difficult.”
– Charles Bukowski (via nevver)
December 2011
4 posts
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“Everybody who really wants to knows what’s true. Most people just...”
– David Foster Wallace, Westward the Course of Empire Takes Its Way (spoken, incidentally, by a character named Magda)
“Hard work trumps talent, but talent plus hard work trumps all.”
– Jack Rusher (via ronen-v)
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5 Albums of 2011
Top 5? No, not based on any kind of science or authority, but these are five albums my neighbors got sick of hearing through the walls.*
1. Cold War Kids - Mine is Yours 2. Motopony - Motopony 3. St. Vincent - Strange Mercy 4. Florence + the Machine - Ceremonials 5. Gotye - Making Mirrors (well, really, I was playing the first half of this one and the first half of Like Drawing Blood from 2006,...
November 2011
7 posts
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Prompt No. 161
They had nothing to say to each other.
She told him the cards spoke for her. For him as well.
His reluctance to be spoken for was where their problems started, why she turned to tarot. She would find someone or something to tell her what she wanted to hear.
“We need to talk about this,” he said.
“Yes, we do,” she said and picked up the cards.
“I think you misunderstood something I said or did. I...
“The heart asks more than life can give,
When that is learned,...”
– Sara Teasdale, from “Moonlight” (via the-final-sentence)
“A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via simko)
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October 2011
9 posts
“Steve was like a girl in the amount of time he spent talking about love. Love...”
– A Sister’s Eulogy For Steve Jobs, NY Times
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(Previously)
It’s over in three minutes. They flip through my book, look me up and down and thank me for coming in. I sat in the car deciding where I was going to go next for longer than the whole thing took. When I turn it on, I tell myself I’m just going to drive, just see where traffic takes me. But I know where I’m going. There’s a reason I go south on the 101, a reason I connect to the 110...
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September 2011
7 posts
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Vegas disappeared behind us along with the giddiness of the lunch, the shopping, the characters we’d assumed and we sank into and accepted the monotony of the road. The humming of the tires never changed frequency, the brightness of the sun never wavered, even Forego rarely raised his head from the backseat, where he’d been sleeping since leaving the casino.
Comfort was slowly settling between us;...
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Book submission begins again today.
This is my formal goodbye to sleep and official welcome to stress-induced lack of appetite.
If you get this reference, a) you are probably my age; and b) we should totally hang out.
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“Lily,” Charlotte yelled as she crossed the room towards me, trying to be heard over the awful Ibiza house music the DJ was spinning. This was music for people who only heard what you were saying a full minute after you said it. Repetition helped.
I gave her something that hopefully passed as a smile as I walked my fingers through the forest of wine on the table. Chardonnay, cabernet, nay, nay,...
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My flock, I’d like to indoctrinate you into...
August 2011
9 posts
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Gently, very gently: “It would be great if you could get me a new draft of the book by the end of August.” The ding of emails.
Carefully, very carefully: I build a fort. It’s imaginary but it keeps out the riff raff so I can concentrate.
Slowly, very slowly: things break down in the real world so an imaginary one can be (re)built.
Later, much later: I force myself to sleep by...
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Something was draining out of her, a vein had opened from the place in her that had kept things from falling apart. It pulled like gravity, taking the muscles in her face with it, dragging them down, pushing her shoulders forward. I didn’t know how she was still standing upright. This was a visible weight in her chest, this was an enlarged, tumorous heart, this was someone begging to be put out of...
July 2011
4 posts
Nothing annoys me more than fictional book deals right now.
I’m watching Brothers & Sisters from the beginning on Netflix (even though it’s terrible) because I’ve never seen it and because it’s available and because it’s the kind of show you don’t really have to pay attention to while you watch. You can have your glass of wine and think about what you have...
Book submission continues apace and it’s pointless to talk about it until something definite happens. Something almost happened last week. Something might happen next week. Things are in motion. I was disappointed last week and I could very well be disappointed next week. There are a hundred variables and so many people have to say yes across multiple departments that it’s pointless to...
June 2011
9 posts
“Everyone talks about ideas but few actually do them. I believe in action. It’s...”
– Ji Lee (via simko)
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