January 2010
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The online catalog of the Victoria and Albert Museum is nothing but trouble. I have spent the last twenty minutes gazing at Morris & Co. wallpaper! I have not even made it to the prints, drawings and paintings yet. Or ceramics. I’m doomed. (via)
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I’m rather enamored by this Tumblr discussion of idealized karaoke lists. I have a complicated relationship with the pastime, owing to whatever issues of self-doubt, limited vocal ability, and all-around prior bad experiences. I popped my karaoke cherry sometime in Orlando in the late 90s, singing Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again.” It has been a bumpy road since. Usually I...
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While on the subject of Ralph Waldo Emerson, I was for a number of weeks one summer trapped in a house in Massachusetts with an Ex. One night on the porch, after our friends had gone upstairs to bed and it was just the two of us, still slightly stoned and killing the last of our last beers on the wicker settee, I made an offhand reference to the author. The Ex cocked his head, puzzled, like a...
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Good grief! What pray tell is a “swagger coach”? More importantly, how can I con people into paying me to be one for them?
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Eating food on public transportation is at the least discourteous and at the extreme is gross and sometimes sick-making, yes? I try not to do it, though, mea culpa, sure I’ve had a surreptitious nibble of a scone or crammed some potato chips in my face. I guess, with everything, there are degrees of violation. Not that I want someone sitting next to me on a cramped rush hour train car...
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