May 2013
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the material of my nature
One time I was musing upon certain serious issues and unexplained things and wondered how almond milk actually was made. Dylan answered, ‘there’s very advanced intricate machines with little suctions and clamps to milk the almond’s tiny teats.’ My eyes became briefly round with preoccupied wonder as I dutifully pictured the explanation described. I was impressed by the...
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April 2013
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March 2013
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monster
Any time anyone invites me anywhere, my immediate and penetrating instinct is to formulate some reasonable-sounding instant excuse in order to graciously without delay refuse. Sometimes I’m shouting ‘I have spina bifida’ or ‘My sister’s on life support, tonight I decide upon the plug’ or whatever serious-sounding thing before whoever is inviting me to wherever has even finished speaking.
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i watch him sometimes
Dylan’s been on a weeks long beard and moustache growing strike while he waits for his graphic designers to turn in their work. The beard is fair to satisfactory but the moustache despite time is barely a step above woeful. It’s little more than a mildly unruly sparse and fluffy wiggling upper lip caterpillar. I watch him sometimes quietly trying to directionally train the little...
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Bohr had a background in philosophy as well as mathematics and an exceptionally agile and open mind. His writings are a bit mystical and also somewhat impenetrable. His main role at the Solvay Conference seems to have been to calm everyone down and reassure them that despite all the craziness everything was going to work out fine. Somehow Bohr had a very deep insight that quantum theory was...
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“People need meaning as much as they need air. Lucky for us, we can give meaning...”
– Daniel H. Wilson Robopocalypse
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“A white guy trying to be smooth and black is a terrible thing to behold.”
– David Byrne
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February 2013
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that suspended moment
Seated upon some stage edge at festivals late at night outdoors in very cold conditions, I often shove my freezing hands with heedless familiarity deep into and between Dylan’s thighs in order to steal there what warmth from him I can. This action usually works and is a casual comforting unthinking warmth-returning thing. I performed this maneuver automatically one consumingly cold late...
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the italics audible in the answer
Walking with some girlfriends one sweet and sunlit afternoon, one of the girls candidly asked, You guys ever been with an old guy. My other friends were silent and probably not really listening. I don’t know, I said. Depends what you mean by ‘old’. Cause like when I was younger I learned this guy I was hanging with was 35 and I was taken aback by how amazingly old he was. Think as you get...
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this appreciation moment
I’m over here hard at work and thinking about how awesome it woulda been to have had Bruce Lee as a boyfriend. Think about it. ‘Bruce Lee is my boyfriend’. He was up against so much and he was on every level so goddamned focused and real and individual and beautiful. All the people that served him their insults, discrimination, not taking him seriously, dismissiveness,...
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“Look, Frida. I’m just a fun-loving doctor who doesn’t even play the...”
– F. G. Haghenbeck The Secret Book of Frida Kahlo
January 2013
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