February 2012
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Carne Asada - Clay Matthews
Late night eating Mexican, drinking imported beer, the sun goes down over the brick patio and we are left with the darkness, the first of the warm
spring and the daffodils that line the sidewalk. People with their children have long and silent conversations with their plates as the children
look up and out to the expanse of sky as it represents freedom for everyone. Freedom is an impossible...
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“It is always a good idea to be able communicate clearly—no matter the field. As...”
– Ta-Nehisi, on writing being a trade and industry (via missprotestalot)
That last sentence is something I’ve thought about a lot. Related: my undergrad thesis; David Rakoff’s “Writing is like pulling teeth. From my dick.”
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Buttonholes in Hand Knitting, Part 1 |... →
This article is going to change how I knit buttonholes. Both the string spacing trick and vertical/horizontal alignment option are things that had never even occurred to me.
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Virginia's Proposed Ultrasound Law Is an... →
More and more I am understanding the extent to which this — all of this — is couched in a fundamental distrust of women and our ability to make decisions about our own bodies.
And political posturing, obviously. But the fact that women’s lives and dignity and agency are disposable ammunition in that battle is feeling more and more personally insulting.
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Postnatal care in France: Vagina exercises and... →
“There haven’t been extensive studies done, but what studies exist show that la rééducation significantly reduces incontinence and pelvic pain at nine months after giving birth. Frankly, I’m happy there’s a medical professional paying attention to what happened down there. Rééducation périnéale gets scoffed at in American and Canadian publications as one of the most lurid examples of the...
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“There must always be the bite of the creek’s smell. The face of the man I loved when he was asleep. I worry that talking about it will turn these sentences into words instead of the experience. I want to keep the real world that is inside me, and its stillness.” - Linda Gregg
(via frannyintransit)
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January 2012
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Ask (Another) Abortion Provider | The Hairpin →
“I think the flipside there is there’s this narrative of women who have abortions that goes along with the welfare-queen narrative of the ’80s. The idea that these are fallen women, women who allowed their sexuality to run rampant. This incredibly negative, demeaning perception that also has a lot of sexism, racism, classism in it — it’s all the isms tied in together. For me to share...
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The Caging of America →
“Epidemics seldom end with miracle cures. Most of the time in the history of medicine, the best way to end disease was to build a better sewer and get people to wash their hands. ‘Merely chipping away at the problem around the edges’ is usually the very best thing to do with a problem; keep chipping away patiently and, eventually, you get to its heart. … The truth is, a...
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Adjacent storefronts
Department of Motor Vehicles
John’s Trap Guns
Lake County Republican Headquarters
Mennonite Ministries
Robot Factory
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Early December in Croton-on-Hudson - Louise Gluck
Spiked sun. The Hudson
Whittled down by ice.
I hear the bone dice
Of blown gravel clicking. Bone-
pale, the recent snow
Fastens like fur to the river.
Standstill. We were leaving to deliver
Christmas presents when the tire blew
Last year. Above the dead valves pines pared
Down by a storm stood, limbs bared …
I want you.
(via Sunny)
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Terms learned today
pelagic - of or pertaining to the open seas
argent - silvery white
diadem - a crown or tiara
ichor - ethereal fluid taking the place of blood in the veins of ancient Greek gods
numinous - surpassing comprehension
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Remembering - Rainer Maria Rilke
And you wait. You wait for the one thing that will change your life, make it more than it is— something wonderful, exceptional, stones awakening, depths opening to you.
In the dusky bookstalls old books glimmer gold and brown. You think of lands you journeyed through, of paintings and a dress once worn by a woman you never found again.
And suddenly you know: that was enough. You rise...
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“The curious thing about David’s fiction, though, is how recognized and...”
– Jonathan Franzen, “David Foster Wallace and ‘Robinson Crusoe’”
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Northwest - Stacie Cassarino
I admit, I am afraid of isolation,
and of the way the land breaks off here
into pieces,
and of the woman who says forever
moving her tongue along my skin
like she means it.
If I believe her, I will suffer.
If I don’t believe her, I will suffer.
Who has never wanted to be unneeding?
One year since I’ve seen the mountains
or had proof love could be enough.
The mind loves...
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December 2011
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Letter in November - Sylvia Plath
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat’s tail Pods of the laburnum at nine in the morning. It is the Arctic, This little black Circle, with its tawn silk grasses - babies hair. There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions me lovingly. I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My Wellingtons Squelching and...
