February 2012
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a bright wall in a dark room.: Waitress (2007) →
brightwalldarkroom:
by Elizabeth Grant Thomas
When a friend of mine, a fellow new mother, started a blog about “making pies and raising Baby,” I asked her if she had seen the film Waitress. When she said she hadn’t, I gushed: “Oh, you have to! It’s about this woman who finds out she’s pregnant, and she…
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Last night I came home from the bar I work at smelling of white wine and bad come ons. It’s something about the first few weeks of the new year that make people more hopeful about their chances. I was far too exhausted to do anything except throw off my coat and sink into my bed; this was maybe at three am. I fell asleep instantly, uncovered and unprotected from mosquitoes. Sleeping...
January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
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Last week I went to my third yoga class in as many years. It was free (they were having a promotion of some sort) and our teacher, a soft spoken grey haired man, was talking about how certain hip opening poses can make you emotional because they utilize muscles we may not have used in a long time. We cary around our emotions in our hips; I was thinking the illacus or gracillis. I kind of giggled,...
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dallasclayton:
LIFE FACT One day you will be challenged to an argument. You will know nothing about the subject being argued but you will pretend to know absolutely everything. Also you will care nothing about the subject being argued but you will pretend it is immensely important. Furthermore you will have no affinity whatsoever for the person you are arguing with. They will be, to you, a...
October 2011
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Googol is one with one hundred zeros behind it, bigger than a billion. It would take you approximately thirty years to count out loud to a billion. There would not be enough time in human history to count to a trillion. Since there is no end to counting, there must be no end to infinity; the amount that infinity represents is an open field. The amount googol represents is more than all the atoms...
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September 2011
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The weather was so good and warm yesterday. And I had the day off! Which never happens. So I was glad when I woke up thinking about this whole day I had that was completely free, and I got out of bed and stuck my head out the window, looking at the sky and the people, stretching and feeling better and better about everything. Sometimes people would see me and they would smile or laugh as they were...
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Sometimes it is easy. I do things and they are joyous. It’s Spring here but it still rains and when it does the air is marvellous and heavy with that smell. I peel cold grapes and that is good too; I roll the skins on my tongue. Sometimes things only need a soft tug to fall away. Luck is hefty. Occasionally I succumb.
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August 2011
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Memorable
Another snow story. When we reached the plateau and were in front of the fire she put her bag on the table and bowed her head. I thought she was resting. I laid my head on her shoulder for a moment and she whispered “Amen,”. When you’re surrounded by snow each peck feels like pressing your lips against the innards of a frozen fruit. Cantaloupe or peeled peaches, all wet and cold....
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Mercury Rev- Holes
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I have dreams where I consume things that I usually never eat in massive quantities. The last time it was half my body weight in some kind of meat; I’m a vegetarian. With my greasy fingers I set the fat slicked bones on a window sill to dry for jacks. On my MONA trip I fed a three week old lamb cows milk from a plastic soft drink bottle with a teat on it. He sucked it down eagerly, splashing...
July 2011
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It was the night before my early morning flight; I planned to be at the airport at 6am. “Come on,” I said. I threw an arm over him, mustering up some kind of tired tenderness. “I’ll be gone for nearly a week,”. It was cold and windy. “I’m tired,” he replied. “Me too,”. I was very tired.
We pushed our bodies together half-heartedly. It...
June 2011
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Radiohead- Nude (RAC Remix)
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“One of the oddities of human discourse, when we stop to think about it, is the...”
– Margot Livesey, in her introduction to the fall 2002 edition of Ploughshares. (via Alexandra)
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Charlotte: Today will be a productive day. Books, Internet (in unison): No it won’t.
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The previous night I wriggled toward him and he splayed his fingers over my pubic bone. I closed my eyes for a moment. “We should travel somewhere,” I said, breathing, moving my head on my pillow. “Yes,” he replied. He started to list out loud the places he wanted to go but I wasn’t listening: The hope of it was already swelling in me, fuelling a dream.
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I shake myself free under certain peoples hands, like a dog after a swim. I toss my inhibitions off as though they are drops of water.
May 2011
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My own orgasms bore me. Maybe that isn’t strange. But why shouldn’t they? I know exactly what will happen. I’m not waiting for anything new. But I read the term “sexual excitement” recently and I was dully surprised and reminded that that’s another word for arousal. Excitement. Sometimes my body wants to finish and it feels excitement at finishing but it is nothing I’m not used to. It’s...
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