January 2011
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Monsterbeard: Predictions for tonight's State of... →
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Excessive clapping
Clapping for no reason
Not clapping for no reason
People sitting with arms crossed shaking their heads
Inappropriate politicized mention of Gabby Giffords
Rep. Joe Wilson will yell out “Pot Pie!” over the fact that he unfortunately forgot to eat dinner
Media will offer countless comments on the “will they, won’t they” of Supreme Court Justice attendance...
The Greatest Sum - The Avett Brothers…
“I tried the key in all the doors, even though he said he didn’t recognize...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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“But all of this is to say what I can’t say. These are the words in my mouth but...”
– the beautiful and the ordinary
we ought to fiercely rejoice for the days she finds time to write.
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“I will never feel bad about saying a bad word, even in a meeting in a boardroom...”
– Life is hard. Here is someone.:
When I read this I wanted to find some flag pole to rush it up. Open a window and unfurl it; shout “This is my girl!” But she is not anybody’s girl anymore.
When I started reading her writing on Tumblr years ago (and later in emails and books...
Boston by Aaron Smith →
I’ve been meaning to tell you how the sky is pink here sometimes like the roof of a mouth that’s about to chomp down on the crooked steel teeth of the city, I remember the desperate things we did and that I stumble down sidewalks listening to the buzz of street lamps at dusk and the crush of leaves on the pavement, Without you here I’m viciously lonely and I can’t remember the last...
I Can Afford Neither the Rain, Holly Iglesias
Nor the strip of light between the slats, the window itself blind with grief. Nor the bench where the last mourner lingers, the others on to the next thing, leaning into the bar, toasting the sweethearts, gone and gone, their passion and ire softening now into the earth. Nor the bluff above the Mississippi where centuries of war dead rest, where the stone stands bearing their names, the wind of...
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