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Category: TODAY

  • tatters

    What I wanted to write about was the feeling of being ripped up, that pieces are being torn off me, that sometimes I believe I can actually feel my soul being just a little shredded. I tried to write that and it came out as some kind of poem, the kind that my friend once…

  • anne “insomnia” tuckova

    Contrary to my impressions, there are only 33 memorial roads in California that feature nicknames, and most of them do actually seem to have some relation to the person's given name. MOST. But why is William called "Ivan"? And wtf with "Fresh Air"? I'm going to take some benadryl tomorrow night, is what.    Vicente…

  • my summer vacation

    This week has been a flurry of goodbyes as we all turn Brno into the summertime ghost town I love, and which I will be sad to be away from, but I have stuff to do, you guys.   I am going to New York to see one friend I've known since I came here,…

  • Black and White

    I came out of the theater last night, my hands still humming from clapping so much and so long; nobody claps like they do here. Walking out into the evening light, which is my one of my favorite parts of life here, how the summer light stays, how you can walk out of a dark…

  • Just Sit Right Back and You’ll Hear a Tale

    Oh, I meant to tell you about May day. On May 1st there was a neo-Nazi ("Young Workers") march downtown. There were 100 or 200 of them, depending on various estimates, so we'll say 150. One hundred and fifty people who hate other people on the basis of things they didn't choose. I am always baffled…

  • pain ahead of wisdom

    I said it hurt but I don't think at first she believed me, not really, not the extent to which I was telling the truth. I cried and she said she was sorry but I wasn't crying because she hurt me, just because there were tears in my eyes and they spilled out. I said…

  • mildly solatic

    We were going to go to a Lindy Hop class but we couldn't find the address so then we were going to go to a salsa class but when we went outside it was too beautiful to go back inside so we decided on drinking in a garden instead. The streets full of people as…

  • after the dream of falling and calling your name out

    people I talked to: a group of Czechs who were returning from Rwanda where they were laying the groundwork to make a documentary about a children's circus an air-traffic controller victorious from a golf tournament sanitary napkin moguls with a precocious six-year-old motormouth, all shouting to be heard a consultant for HP who mostly slept…

  • she sells seashells by the seashore

    Without wishing to oversimplify, it does seem pretty simple to me– to be the person you want to be, start being that person. If you want to be different, change. If you can't change, then stop sitting around wishing you could. I don't mean unrealistic things, because it is true that I have not stopped…

  • a luscious mix of words and tricks

    “One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do.” ― Douglas Coupland This quote has popped up on my feed a few times in the past week and it baffles me. I can only assume Mr. Coupland, or more accurately the character…