my friend Alek is seriously considering going to Tyler for his MFA. having already been accepted, he has to decide by the end of the week. i am unspeakably jealous. i have already peppered him unsolicited suggestions of places to live/eat/hang out/etc.
tonight i found my map of Philadelphia, pulled from the bottom of a drawer, […]
so i have been taking advantage of my scandalously cheap YMCA membership for the past month and going to Pilates class about twice a week. it has been a bit punishing for me, leading me to the realization that yes, i am hideously out of shape and all the fat on my stomach is preventing […]
i did get that little side table i had been eyeing last week. it is really quite lovely, with a single door that opens to a small square cabinet, maybe a cubic foot or so. it has a little stopper that makes it close nicely, and there is small bits of carved decoration lining the […]
one of the few bright spots in this scourge of a town is the New Bedford flea market. it is held every Sunday at a filthy warehouse in the North End. the place smells of cigarettes and dust. the admission is a quarter, and with your admission you get a tootsie roll and a small […]
for one of my classes this semester, we have to write down and analyze our dreams. i have been waiting all my life for a college class where i could do this. it seems very Professor Trelawney, if i could be a Potter nerd for a moment.
anyway, we watched Maya Deren’s “Meshes of the Afternoon” […]
(i rarely get angry enough at any media outlet to write a letter, but this just did it for me. that’s what i get for watching corporate news, though)
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I am writing regarding the story you ran on 11th February on the 11 o’clock news under the headline “You Paid For It”, which is as far […]
over winter break (a long, drawn-out hazy month), i of course went to see all my friends in Philadelphia. it was amusing that the one consistent comment i got, after not seeing my closest friends for 5 months was, wow, you look great!
to which i naturally reply, what, i looked like hell before?
i guess St*rbucks […]