Pump that Juice, my Sidelined Wives →
For some reason I am still living in 1994 →
I've been blogging. Kind of! →
Bike home from Northeast at 1.30 a.m. even the highways are empty. If I opened my mouth a moth would fly in. Things are better, empty; I won’t get hit whatever route I take past your house or not past it.
Border Studies: "See the World and Get Paid" -... →
border-studies: A friend of mine in Beijing received this strange job posting by email - is it just me or does this sound like the beginning of a horror movie? The Ad: SEE THE WORLD … AND GET PAID For the right person, this could be a great adventure, a chance to see the world – and…
The original name was yaba hutong, "Mute-man's...
* I’ll keep posting these tidbits all day as I cram this paper together
WHEN THE FACT CHECKER TELLS ME THAT THE...
editorrealtalk: i have nightmares about this
“History as pastiche, geography as facade, fantasy as property, and sensual experience as commodity” — Fjellman on theme parks
NOW ALL I CAN DO IS READ OLD EMAILS
“Hong Kong drinks but doesn’t create. Beijing creates but doesn’t really drink. The wine is stored in my room.” “China is full of this sort of creative opportunity. Maybe New York is too, but I didn’t feel that way when I was there. I felt looked-over for older versions of myself.” “ Facing rejection, like really facing it, seems impossible to...
Just searched through my e-mail for “defense” (to see thesis defense schedule) and somehow came to my e-mail chain with Kari about our lame 21-year-olds book club, and somehow came to diary-entry-like e-mails sent from Hong Kong, and somehow found this description of a night: A little bit drunk from the open bar boat party, I talked to him right away—he being the only one...
I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR JOSH HAMILTON'S WINNING... →
Texas v. Twins… That fateful day… When someone drunkenly asked who we should decide to have crushes on, and I chose the person on the field standing closest to us…
WHEN I VISIT THE NEW YORK TIMES BUILDING
He tries to yell so she can hear him over the music, but also to yell in a way that’s friendly and blithe and not all the things that yelling is: an act of pitiful domination, of needing someone to hear and knowing they don’t care to.
A New Post up at The Quota Project
Hopefully this answers some of the great questions I got last week about what is “feminist” about this project. And what is definitely not. Also I am going all out that week. You can follow thequotaproject’s tumblr and tweets. I will be steadily updating in anticipation of starting this Friday, and clicking lots of familiar faces to follow.
probably a thing we should go to →
at first I read it one way, but then I realized...
flash inspired by two women wearing the same shirt...
Maurice and Paul showed up at the party wearing the exact same shirt. It wasn’t only the same plaid pattern, which was common, it was also cut in a Western way, and the petalling of the cuts was exactly the same, and the buttons were brass-edged moonstone and both were embroidered with the very same figure of a rose just above the heart. Ellen Miles made them let her check the labels; which...
Submit to...THE QUOTA PROJECT!
I’d love to hear about your experience enacting your own Quota Project this summer. I challenge you to set out to consume only media made by women for however long you want and write about your experience! Or video about it. Or make a song about it. Or, you know, dance about it. Then, email me here – firstname.lastname@example.org – about how it went. I’ll publish favorites on this blog and in the...
In Which I Set out on The Quota Project:
Yo! I have a new blog that is perfectly formatted. And has comment capabilities. So go there. Or just read below. Because I need your help! Could you feminists out there help me define what media made by a man is? Read on… One of the super terrifying questions that have popped up since I confidently/naively proclaimed this undertaking has been… “How are you defining, ‘made by a woman,’...
The Quota Project →
My rant becomes real. Check out my new website, where I’m about to post some things. Which I’ll link to here, obviously. Because obviously.
Without a soundtrack, human interaction is meaningless.
RADIO GOLD. Best Judge J Hodgman ever. About... →
From Best Friends Forever Ep. 4:
— Dating’s weird. Did I ever show you this scar I got on my back? I was having sex with this lady cop I met online and her pet bird attacked me, went to town on my back like i was a bird feeder. — Would you put your shirt back please? — Did you hear what i said? It went to town on my back like I was a birdfeeder. — What’s your point? — My point is it...