Month: November 2009
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Sometimes, I will outline or partially write pieces and then just let them sit for a while until I feel the timing is appropriate to post them. Such is the case with this one. It’s been in the queue for ages, but has recently been on my mind again, as I’ve been reminding both myself…
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I want everything too much. -Rachel Berry, Glee Just yesterday, I wrote an email in which I used the phrase I want. Not I hope, I would like, I plan to. No, I want. It felt strange. Wanting is bold. It’s loaded with meaning. I want you. She wanted it. Wanting is not for the…
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The stomach is for fear and panic, excitement, too. The heart isn’t immediate enough. It takes things a while to filter through to it. And it’s too imprecise, too messy, too amorphous a spot to locate such sharp feelings. No, it’s the lungs, I’ve decided. That quick stab when you’re standing in line at Starbucks…
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Apologies to Woody Guthrie for bastardizing his iconic song title. I came across the link to this definition in the course of unrelated internet reading the other day and while I certainly don’t want to make light of or belittle a medical condition, I couldn’t help but think of how many people are suffering from…
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Where’s the ghost of Dorothy Parker when you need her? It seems silly that I feel compelled to cover this as a PSA, but apparently there are people out there who really do need to be schooled in how to trash talk with élan. And being on the receiving end of their ill-timed, poorly-phrased or…
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I spent a good fifteen minutes clicking around TV Tropes yesterday in an effort to find a list of shows that have employed the device of having the rest of the cast freeze while one character addresses the audience. I could swear there are shows other than Saved By the Bell that have used this…
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When I recognize that I’ve been having variations on the same conversation with multiple people, it’s usually a good indicator that the subject matter might be something worth writing about. This week, it’s been the emotional aspect of growing up. I discussed the material nature last week and the disconnect a lot of Gen Yers…
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Suffering under the deadline to end all deadlines (and I mean that most literally). Today’s post will be later than usual. Like, tonight late. Or even tomorrow late. But I will make up for it in awesomeness and a frank discussion of feelings, ‘kay? Please feel free to fill the time catching up on my…
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I noticed the above poster the last time I was in Boston. I took a picture of it because it seemed so anachronistic. Ethnic intermarriage and therapy jokes? Didn’t that type of neurosis-driven humor die out after Woody Allen’s career peaked? Therapy and multicultural families have gone mainstream. Actually, in the case of therapy, it…
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Someone recently jogged my memory that I hadn’t updated y’all on Project Dance lately. I’d hate for anyone to think that I don’t practice what I preach and had abandoned the effort. Nope, I’m still toughing it out on a weekly basis to comical results. I ended up going with the lyrical hip hop class…
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