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May 1st, 2009

11:11 pm - A twenty-five-year-old moment.
It’s an exhilarating thing to find yourself, white wine in hand, rubbing shoulders with Harvard professors at the faculty club one day, and sitting on the roof of your car, among the dumpsters behind Starbucks, dragging on the second half of someone else’s bummed cigarette and blowing smoke into the heavy spring air, the next.

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April 27th, 2009

08:23 am - I'm not here. This post isn't happening.
Dear Livejournal,

Please forgive my year of utter absentia. I've been busy figuring out how to pay my hydro bill and steaming milk and grading papers and smooching. There are surprisingly few adorable sound-bytes yielded in that pursuit.

Keep on truckin'.

hugs and kisses,

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April 27th, 2008

03:44 pm - Land of Lattes and Honey.
It's the middle of a Sunday afternoon at Starbucks and this real estate of a hard-backed chair next to the outlet is my most valuable possession.

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March 1st, 2008

03:42 pm - GAH!
What, I ask you, is happening to this world when spellcheck highlights 'Hogarth' as misspelled and offers to replace it with 'HOGWARTS'?!

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January 21st, 2008

02:29 pm - The QP: today
You know it's time for a haircut when your split ends pop off with the same mystifyingly clean break as asparagus stems.

The fact that I'm handing in my Master's qualifying paper tomorrow morning is meaning nothing to me now except clean sheets, clean underwear, a normal eating schedule, and sleep.


I'm too tired to be saddened by that.

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02:27 pm - The QP: from the archives
December 17, 2007:

Great. My solitary library nook is now steadily overrun with facebook-stalking undergrads, and I just went from serious intellectual researcher lost on my own earplugged planet to the girl who eats her Doritos too loud.

In other news, I just graded 48 final exams in a mere 24 hours, my diet seems to consist entirely of real and/or processed cheese, the city of Somerville charged me $100 for the privilege of plowing in my car, keenery tools just swept my two favorite reality shows, and my gynecologist totally made fun of me yesterday. Like, to my face.

However! Tommy and I are apparently starring in a 1940s film noir crime caper, The Big Combo-ver, a tale of sexual intrigue and moral ambiguity, complete with kicky little wigs. Just between us, I think this is the break I've been needing to turn this all around.

If They Only Knew...

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November 12th, 2007

05:57 pm
It's a trifle disquieting to zoom to Wikipedia to look up a book so pretentiously poetic that they would give it to Jenny on the L Word as the book that "changed her life", and when meaning to search for "The Autobiography of Red", the search-spot-of-shameful-past-searches automatically fills in "The Anna Nicole Show".

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September 25th, 2007

04:47 pm - Life at Tufts, Year II.
Upon walking to the library on this beautiful autumn afternoon, I found myself trailing behind a little twink of an undergrad in a tiny, tight dress and Paris sunglasses, talking loudly on her cell phone. We reached the stone stairs, and with the quickest accidental slip of a flip-flop, she tripped and fell, the wind simultaneously blowing her lower dress up and her upper dress down, all her God-given ladyparts splayed every which way.

"Oh my God!" she screeched into her phone, mid-fall, her bare thonged bum still exposed to the elements, and my face. "Like, the MOST embarrassing thing just happened!" The play-by-play narration continued, in lieu, I might add, of fixing her dress. The guy walking past her grinned at her spilt, tan-line'd chest, and she laughed shrilly. "I KNOW!" she screamed. "Like, I TOTALLY just fell!"

Victorian England this ain't.

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September 5th, 2007

12:09 pm - Comp-lementary Procrastination

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August 24th, 2007

10:26 am
And then there comes along a day when you realize you know diddly squat about nothing.

This is like asking a grown-up to retake his driver's test. As IF my professors could just sit down and take their comps again. You get used to your own standards. You drive over the speed limit and forget to signal, but you're experienced, you're safe, you don't get flustered. Rules aren't broken, they're adapted and deepened to suit your needs. So what if I know nothing about Latin American art? It's NOT MY FIELD.

Nor is Renaissace, Ancient, Baroque, American, Chinese, Indian, African, Oceanic, Romantic, Contemporary, or Medieval. MODERN EUROPEAN. GERMANY AND FRANCE. 1850-1945. THAT'S ALL I KNOW.

And I've never once been in an accident. So leave me alone.

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