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Guys. Man. This is TOUGH watching you guys getting rejection letters in standardized form. I dislike it all. I want to tear it up and say, THIS PERSON IS SO SMART why did you choose some twit who wants to write about the Underwater Basketweaving Trends of Chicanas in the Post-War Era From… This means a lot to me.
I’m going to get real for a minute. On Monday afternoon I was rejected by my first-choice graduate program. I’m still waiting to hear from four others, all of which I’d be delighted to attend, but this was my first notification and definitely set the tone for the rest of decision season, which is to say I’ll probably be a nervous, self-doubting wreck for the next two...
me: wish we could start a civil war jam band who else is going to be in it? jacqui: hmm i don’t know me: dizzy because he’s from the south and his song is love vigilantes which is a civil war jam jacqui: word Dizzy is a cat, FYI. Also pretty sure this is the best idea I’ve had all week/we are def going to get above an 8.0 on Pitchfork.
FIRST GRAD SCHOOL REJECTION Y’ALL. My life as a costumed interpreter at a living history museum far away from any urban center is inching closer and closer!
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The worst part of working in the cafe two storefronts down from UCB is when the zanny improv broads show up and try pull some WHACKY ass impromptu bit for their SNL audition while their friend in a pony tail films it on her iphone. And then we feel like the assholes for not politely laughing at… Stand-up and group/improv comedy of this wretched century is rooted in three basic...
My seatmate on the flight from San Francisco to LA was Laura Albert aka JT LeRoy, which, remember that? She was wearing a yellow leather Miss Sixty jacket and sunglasses she refused to take off during the flight. She spent every non-flying moment talking on the phone to an unidentified person, mostly about how being famous isn’t as glamorous as you’d think but try explaining that to...
I saw Valentine’s Day and damn, that George Lopez! Uncle Tom of 2k10 or what?
Victorian Missed Connections
fochaux: Jan. 19, 1862 If the young lady wearing the pink dress, spotted fur cape and muff, had light hair, light complexion and blue eyes, who was in company with a lady dressed in black, that I passed about 5 o’clock on Friday evening in South Seventh Street, between First and Second, Williamsburg, L.I., will address a line to Waldo, Williamsburg Post Office, she will make the...
Everyone loves a good ten-page story on religion in public schools, right? Except! This one is about way, way more than that. Look. Anyone who knows anything about American history knows that to tell the story of this country without religion is virtually impossible. Try explaining the formation and development of the Middle Colonies without Quakers, or the Witch Trials without Puritanism, or...
combination TMI about my household and a mad men...
me: tahini* peed on a bunch of my papers and i don't want to deal with them
Angela: why did he do that? did you hurt his feelings?
me: i'm sure i did. we think he's the one who poops in the house on the regular
Angela: he is looking for a way to assert his masculinity
me: like don draper, is he the don draper of this house?
Angela: ummmm, don draper is too suave to pee on things
*tahini is a cat AKA the light of my life besides my wife
me: HARD OUT THERE FOR AN AMERICANIST
Angela: our debut single.