I am increasingly frustrated with the concept of inner-peace. The more thought I spend on it, the more it occurs to me that this notion is as much a voodoo science as "economics" or "edginess ( Read more... )

Where does the prejudice against those who do not wish to reproduce come from? Why is it that people begrudge me this choice ( Read more... )

When I was in grade school I spend the interim between the end of school and the beginning of dinner at the local library. Every day I rode the bus to a stop two blocks from downtown. I hated the smell of the bus and I always sat alone. I would sing to myself in my seat, and continue to sing to myself on my short walk. Perhaps I was too young to be ( Read more... )

Something about fall makes me want to put together care packages. I find myself driving to work, lamenting the change of the leaves and forming lists to fill the minutes. There's something magic about taking a morning off to sit in a semi-circle of boxes and just be thoughtful ( Read more... )

Once during the credits of a film I can't recall I heard a jazz number about Christopher Columbus, and since I had big dreams about being a dingy, back bar lounge singer. I still use my "I've been up since 4 am smoking Newports and brooding" voice with my shampoo bottle in the shower. I guess it's a good thing I live alone ( Read more... )

At parties I often watch people playing drinking games and wonder if they're just compensating for a more real desire. Are drinking games just a way to make ''playing'' socially acceptable? Perhaps some of us want to play tag and hide-n-go-seek and jailbreak, but think posing this idea would be considered absurd or uncool. Adding something inhuman ( Read more... )

I am increasingly depressed about the grocery store check-out line. I shouldn't be, of course, because food is my passion. (I guess saying it like that makes it sound like I only have one passion, which is thankfully untrue. To be clear...food is in a top 5 passion spot. There, moving on ( Read more... )

If ever there was a time for a clean slate ( Read more... )

I once dated a guy who's mother hated me. Like really, really loathed me. I trace it back to his graduation party. He didn't think I was coming, but I showed up anyhow. When he saw me he swung me around and told his parents I was the "best graduation present EVER!!!" She didn't say another thing directly to me for the rest of the time I knew her ( Read more... )

I was half watching a random interview on the tube this evening where the interviewee was asked if he thought something was over-sexed (clearly I was paying explicit attention). His answer was something like "is there such a thing?," but not in a cliche/coy/oohlala sort of way, but rather a way that seemed very genuine. Perhaps I'm just naive and ( Read more... )