Yearly Archives: 2008

When it starts with Sanskrit in a German accent

It eez vierd, no?, zat our leetle feet carry all our body
All I ever seem to want to talk about is our bodies, which gets boring, maybe, because it’s not really sexy at all but just weird, weird that all of myself is upright on two feet and it’s childish, I know, a little banal [...]

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WATER COOLER

-You hear what he did?
-Hear what?
-The office. What he did to the office.
-No. What.
-There’s three hundred copies of the patient’s diagrams–the ones where they can circle what muscles on their bodies hurt– there’s three hundred copies covering the walls.
-That’s it.
-No, man. Each one he’s written out all our names on the muscles. All our names [...]

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Simon is amazed by what he doesn’t care about.

You can find a lot of Barthelme on the internet, but you cannot find all of “The Balloon.” Part of it is here, but that isn’t all of it. I know because I once said that I found the ending of “The Balloon” spectacularly adorable, which was immediately misinterpreted, and that adorableness is missing from [...]

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They rarely know even what they don’t know

There was a post here that isn’t here any more, because I’ve decided not to write about writing until I have something new to say which likely won’t happen. Nothing lasts, go forth unto the world, google cache it, forever and ever amen.
 
 
 
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Being better

No one is good the way I am good. 
My bones are good. They’re long. The one in my nose is not straight because I broke it with another bone, a knee bone. This is how they prove they are both weak and strong, though, and I do not consider it a betrayal. My bones have not [...]

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Couch dwelling

The New Yorker’s recent Shouts & Murmurs piece is on being a house guest:
It took me a long time to even find the coffeemaker. It didn’t look like a coffeemaker. It looked like a rocket ship. I kept passing it by on my tours of the counters, thinking it was—I don’t know, I didn’t think about [...]

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Flesh

I had to stop using water for things like bathing, or coffee, because this weird city made him worry about water and where it’d been and what it’d done. We washed in milk. 
The apartment we lived in had huge doors, beautiful and important like signs of another city. We stepped outside them once and a child [...]

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Rat, iron, taks

Box to box to box, and then here we are, going to empty them out. Ghost Town: Suburbia, admission one dime. 
So the flood: to the cities? A country like a constellation. Connect the dots to where the people are, with lights that shine from the teevee. Make a trade to smaller boxes. Stack em up line [...]

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WE’RE AT THE DISCOVERY ZONE

-When I was little I would carry around little baby dolls that I would rename every day and feed and hold. My baby, now, she’s got a new toy and she has to keep it plugged in. My baby stays three feet away from the wall all the time. 
-Mine doesn’t have toys. She doesn’t like [...]

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Some things about vomiting

1) “The family further states that, when she vomited in the dark room in which she was lying, the matter ejected smoke, and gave, when stirred, a phosphorescent gleam, like that of a match rubbed in the dark against the palm.” (January 1, 1876; The New York Times; via)
2) Reminded of Cortazar’s short story, and the [...]

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