I cry easily. Extremely easily. And it’s not just when I’m sad. Any kind of emotion—sad, happy, angry, scared, embarrassed, proud—I reach a breaking point, get overwhelmed and the floodgates open. It’s taken me a long time to realize this about myself and that it’s almost entirely out of my control. I’ve got a pretty […]
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why isn’t facebook in the blogspot dictionary?
I went back to work on Tuesday, the swelling having (mostly) given way to a bright greenish-yellow bruise just over my left jaw bone and extending a bit onto my neck. I’ve never seen a bruise quite this color before—like some kind of exotic fungus—and to have it on my face was doubly enjoyable. There […]
Read more...my vinyl and a question about garbage
Several months ago when my dad asked me what I wanted for Christmas, without thinking, I blurted out: “a stereo system!” Not that I didn’t. I’ve wanted a nice stereo system, with speakers and a receiver and all for a long time now. No self-respecting music lover should have to listen to music out of […]
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**************** Part 2 **************** It has been said that New Year’s Eve is the worst holiday in creation. Mostly, it has been me that has said this. I’ve mentioned before that I don’t really like people all that much, but I do enjoy parties (“You hate people!” “But I love gatherings. Isn’t it ironic?”). This […]
Read more...aaand we’re back
Sorry for the lapse, everybody. December was a crazy month. Just as I was settling back into life post-jury duty, I was stricken with what might have been the flu or TB, possibly bronchitis, perhaps the worst cold of my life, maybe even all four. I’m still hacking up pieces of lung every now and […]
Read more...laurapalooza and the IBJ
December 13th marked the 25th annual celebration of “Laurapalooza.” I work with two Lauras, and one of them—whom, for clarity’s sake, we usually refer to as “LZ“— hates having her birthday so close to Christmas, so she makes up for it by throwing a ginormous party every year. Her brother has a swanky downtown loft […]
Read more...hold my beer and watch this
Jim James from My Morning Jacket has said this about Louisville: “You move away, but you’re always going to come back.” This would have horrified 17-year-old me, but now I’m proud to say that it’s true. I think a lot of Louisvillains have had love/hate relationships with this city, but these days, I’m loving it. […]
Read more...the beer
Typing these old journal entries has reminded me of what a huge pain in the ass it was to write an entry (nearly) every day when I was in England. There are some pages where my handwriting is barely legible and even less coherent, because I was delirious with exhaustion when I wrote them. Nevertheless, […]
Read more...allô allô je t’aime je t’aime
I can’t really explain why, but saying “I love you” has never been easy for me. Not to family, friends, or otherwise. It’s not that I don’t—I surely do—it’s just that I have trouble voicing the actual words. I can write it, no problem, but when I have to say it, often it comes out […]
Read more...eggs and bakey
I am NOT a morning person. I do love mornings—the light, the smell, the stillness—but there is something in me physiologically opposed to being alive before 10am. I like to think that if I could sit on my porch wrapped up in a heavy cotton quilt, drinking my coffee, holding but not reading a book, […]
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