Monthly Archives: February 2019
This authenticity and unfettered humanity is what reality TV set out to show the world, and Survivor continues to be the standard bearer.
My hands, people tell me, are soft.
It took a while for me to break out of my preconceived notions that girls only liked sugar and spice and everything nice, but the new hurdle was suppressing all those questions about chemistry.
It’s unclear to me, still, how much of this was based in an adolescent desire for male approval.
The concoction will be lightly effervescent when it’s ready.
HOW DARE THE SUN SHINE WHEN I FEEL LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH STUCK ON THE UNDERSIDE OF A PARK BENCH THAT HAS BEEN PEED ON BY DOG.
I promise, I will tell the story about the two-foot flames licking at the burners when I cracked open the oven door.
Her writing was an act of taking a love that for centuries had been pushed to the margins and defiantly sticking it on the center of the page.
Maybe the heating bills could have been lower. Maybe this leak wouldn’t have happened. Maybe my house wouldn’t be sick.
So what happens, then, when this desire for mastery, reinforced by habit and nourished by the stories we tell and the media we consume, begins to look elsewhere for fulfillment?
There’s something about how she says “weird now” that sounds distinctly Northern European to me. I can’t quite place it.
Innamorato operates on its own timeline, hardly accountable to anything but the desire of its owner to make good pies.
A craving for apples doesn’t vanish just because you planted an orange tree.
“It has letters like the Hollywood Sign, so it’s basically the same thing.”
dinner for two
at a blessedly quiet establishment
except the waiter is in training
and keeps bothering us
“Is it a reality show?” Well, technically, yes, I suppose.
The reason we try to change as people is because we all have the power to change the world.
Some jobs, some hobbies, some lives are worth the writing. I don’t find that mine are.
Way to show those probably-reprobate, semi-Pelagian Catholics, Mel! Sola freaking fide.
I did it because the studio was across the street and doing an incentive program where I got the next two months at a discount if I completed the challenge.
Do you have flu-like symptoms? Do you feel tired all the time? Do you feel just fine? If so, you might have mono! Who knows!
I am down one more link that could help me make sense of this family.
But maybe ironically, I’m rarely in the mood for my “favorite” albums: fixtures of music I champion as satisfying or well-crafted artistic achievements, blah blah blah. Beauty like that can sap a lot of energy.
Our lives simply don’t work as a checklist.