Precisely one year ago, I wrote, but did not post the following:

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Today, I am Twenty-Five.

...remember when the internet was mostly for earnest, unburdened expressions of whatever demanded externalizing, usually through song lyrics tucked into your away messages, but sometimes through song lyrics posted to LiveJournal?

"You ( Read more... )

Alright kids: you know the deal. There being both a Tumblr 7 and a Facebook 25, I was torn between the two, and wound up with 23 things before I got sick of it. Insofar as such things as "tagging", I'm not going to bother here, but I absolutely want to hear about every single one of you: I’d say most of us don’t know much of anything about the ( Read more... )

...I got a job as a teacher :)

This fall, I'll be teaching Physics, Astronomy, and Chemistry at St. Ann's school in Brooklyn Heights. (Woah!) To my discredit, I found out in April, but have been shameful about writing about it here.

In the luckiest stroke I've had in a long while, I found a school that doesn't mind that I don't have any prior ( Read more... )

...Brooklyn. Brooklyn?

As of March, Rachel and I have bid farewell to the sleepy Northeast and its bounties of snow, stagnation, and solitude. Our present apartment lies in southeast Crown Heights, perched at the southern edge of a Hasidic Jewish neighborhood and surrounded by the predominantly Caribbean population of the area. Rachel is ( Read more... )

(Written after Halloween 2007, lost in a desktop shuffle, and found again)

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Next year, remind me that I should never, ever fail to dress up for Halloween. Lame, lame, lame.

Part of the blame may lie with post-Freddie burnout: where to go from a costume that involved a week’s DIY tailoring and consummated a months-long obsession?

Beyond ( Read more... )

Hit the ground running, loves: our ghosts are hot on our heels.

Happy New Year, all. If you're reading this, odds are good I'd be all about you saying hello.

Love!

...and on Friday, the sixteenth of November, the skies did show their mottled underbellies of grey, and it did snow.

It took about 12 hours to dismantle the Ikea furniture, sweep up, split a rushed Domino’s pizza, and cram the contents of the apartment into Rachel’s Kia Rio (quite tiny) and a borrowed Ford Windstar (fucking huge).

Driving a full-to-the-brim minivan, by the by, is like piloting a pregnant rocket cow, for obvious reasons.

Moving presents a set of ( Read more... )

...and every PJ Harvey fan winces. News, and revisions to old news:

In spite of the authoritative map of yesterpost, at this point Burlington is more or less off the table. It's charming as hell, to be sure (the view over Lake Champlain was impossibly gorgeous), but it doesn't offer a lot in the meaningful employment or proximity to loved ones ( Read more... )

Yeah. Done.

Today was my final scheduled day at Trader Joe's. Strictly speaking, I'm still on the payroll, and can still come in and pick up shifts if need be, but my time remains mine. Finally, to all the tasks great and minute I'd not had the presence to do for months, and to all the people I've missed. But first: to share my news, and to listen ( Read more... )