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Apr 19

00:38, April 19, 2013. The foggiest night in Brooklyn.

Mar 27

List of “reply-alls” to a mass Facebook message about organizing my ten-year high school reunion.

Profile photo is a child: “I’m so excited, here’s my contact info.”
Reminder not to reply all.
Profile photo is a couple: “Can’t wait, here’s my contact info.”
Profile photo is a dog: “I won’t be able to make it, here’s my contact info.”
Profile photo is the person with a giraffe: “Send me more details and I’ll try to make it. Here’s my contact info.”
Reminder not to reply all.
Profile photo is a drawing and a poem: “I live somewhere else and no one probably wants to see me anyway. Good luck in life.”

Mar 18

“Every Austinite knows this in their bones. They know that if they ever stop being weird, they will be Dallas in thirty days.” Bruce Sterling

Jan 25

I just wanted to let everyone know that there’s a music video for the Electric Slide. This is a thing that exists.

Note the guy in the Mets hat at :30.

And the guys in the pants at the 2:00 mark.

Jan 21

nine.

Dec 25

Dec 21

luckypaperstars:

PALMS RAISED TO THE UNIVERSE.

ADULTING galleys have come in and they are as lovely on the outside/ funny on the inside as Kelly Williams Brown herself. I’m so excited I could explode but, as the editor of this book, I mean that in a totally professional and adult way.

Dec 13

It’s so bad.

Dec 9

The Christmas tree has been righted and more lights have been added. Next step: candy canes, spiders, a Die Hard tableau, my Patriots ornament, and a King Friday hand puppet tree topper.

(Also pictured: Cheers.)

Dec 4

I just put on The Snowman. It’s late.

The Snowman has been one among many Christmas rituals for almost a decade now.

My college girlfriend introduced me to The Snowman freshman year. I think it was a VHS which she was able to play on her TV/VCR combo, a thing which Does Not Exist Anymore. There’s also something right about that being the way to get introduced to a classic piece of Christmas media.

We spent four Christmases “together” — there were four winters during which we were an item. But we never spent actual Christmas together. I really really like December, but it is always spent in someplace that is foreign. A house that is not my home, someone else’s house that is definitely not my home, a country that is not my home. An apartment that I have not made home.

But there’s a sense of place in something like The Snowman. It is familiar, it is more real than those not-homes. And so are all my other Christmas rituals.

I’m looking forward to getting a tree this week.