December 2010
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5:28 a.m., December 27th: Time →
There was a time when I kind of envied little orphan Annie. She ended up with the rich dude and the dog. She went through tough times. Hard knock life and all. And then she had the easy street. …
That fruity Goth shit was the secret handshake into the club. That fruity Goth...
– Kissability, or “Riding Around in Cars as a Boy,” by the unstoppable Sean H. Doyle.
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It's Henry Miller's Birthday...
…which means ellipses abuse is in full force, just for this one day. Because, fuck, what a fantastic writer.
I was going choose a passage from Tropic of Cancer that would show the full power of his pen. Instead, I’m opting for the smut he was paid a dollar per page to write in 1957. Under the Roofs of Paris, originally Opus Pistorum was banned from every English-speaking country...
maudnewton:
Eight minutes with Alison Bechdel on her motivations, insecurities, and more:
What motivates me? Deep insecurity. I do think to some extent it is an incompleteness or a neurosis on my part… [H]onestly that’s why anyone pursues any avenue of creativity — it’s because they’re trying to get something that they’re missing.
See also Bechdel’s feelings on seeing a finished copy of Fun...
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We Love You, Tonight →
I have a piece, “We Love You, Tonight,” published in Filthy Gorgeous Things. It is behind a paywall. A 99 cent paywall. It’s me or half a truck taco. I could go for a taco right now. No….
Waiting. →
There are two weeks left to the semester and I haven’t shared any grad school projects here. My thought process was: learn in a cave, and then publish when I’m not such an amateur. But a wise…
“Hospital beds aren’t made for sleeping. They are made for dying. I spent two months in a hospital bed listening to nurses laugh at 3am in the hall while I wished my heart would stop creating mountains. My finger was red and I waited until the nurses decided to have something to do when I would push my face into my pillow trying to suffocate or piss myself and try to sleep in it....