No explanation necessary.
Song: “Nantes” by Beirut, “Over and Over Again” by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Currently reading: On the Road, Kerouac.

Ten days left before move back to Boston. I’m tired of never living in the same place, but relieved that I finally figured out where I want to live after The Big Event.

On my mind lately:

Go get ’em, Barney! (Too bad the nutty lady is kind of cute.)

Brilliant, interesting, and contributing to my lengthy examination of society’s expectations of relationships, monogamy, and ownership (and why so many relationships/marriages end because of ‘unfaithfulness’) As one attempting to create/preserve/maintain a successful and not necessarily monogamous relationship, this issue always catches my eye.


I am so incredibly fed up with the inane insane ignorant ill-conceived hysteria flying around about health care reform, I can hardly stomach any more media coverage about it. If Obama caves, it will be disappointing. I just came from a country that has one of the highest-functioning and most trusted healthcare systems on the planet, and it is almost entirely government-run. Seems like what this country needs, in terms of economy, education, and healthcare, is a total government takeover. But then again, I’m not going to stay here much longer.

I love that this is the kind of thing that makes headlines in Sverige.

Personal updates: tickets purchased for 3-wk jaunt to Sverige for Christmas/New Year’s. Apparent fluency level of a 5-6-year-old. Schedule finalised for fall semester, job nailed down, some decent poems written in past half year, restlessly soaking up the remaining days of summer. Adj√∂.



February 24, 2009

Public Transit

February 17, 2009

I love this image from GOOD Magazine:

Currently reading

February 17, 2009

Graham Greene’s Our Man in Havana, on recommendation from a friend. It’s ok.

Stimulus Package

February 17, 2009

When I see pieces like this:

I read “we’re actually screwed.”

Song of the Day

February 15, 2009

“Beautiful Child” by Rufus Wainwright


February 15, 2009

Thanks, Andrew Sullivan. This is exactly what we all need to read more of on a regular basis.,9171,1541466-5,00.html?iid=perma_share

Feeling absolutely victorious, having just successfully made a huge pot of what I like to call Cupboard Soup. Meaning, I throw a little bit of everything in my cupboard into a pot and simmer.

The recipe:

4 or so cups of water, bring to a boil, toss in a boullion cube of your choice.

Meanwhile, sautee over medium heat 1/2 an onion, a few celery stalks, a few carrots all finely chopped with some garlic and salt. Pour into broth when onions are translucent.

Throw in whatever you’re looking to get rid of from your cupboard. Tonight I used some baby spinach, chickpeas, couscous, tomato sauce, a few olives, and tossed in a couple of eggs to poach. This is an extremely rustic and hearty meal. Save the rest and enjoy as leftovers in variation for the days to come.


February 15, 2009

What would Thoreau and Emerson say now, in the age of technology that guarantees us that someone’s always listening?

I am struck by this piece in today’s Globe, and it reminds me of an older (better and probably the inspiration for today’s) piece from the Chronicle Review. I read them both voraciously, but ended up feeling like an outsider because as someone in the Gen X age group, someone with facebook and text messaging and all the trappings of an anti-solitary society, I have never felt uncomfortable being alone in public. In fact, I sometimes prefer it. My friends are shocked and appalled when I casually mention that I have eaten at restaurants alone, gone to the Symphony alone, and even gone to movies with only myself as a date. I’m still trying to figure out what I have that everyone else lacks (or the opposite). In the meantime, I enjoy letting the experts analyze our woeful postmodern condition.

The Americans

February 15, 2009

One of my favorite collections. A reshaping of the American identity came about in the 50s and 60s, and I believe Frank contributed to this mentality shift in more ways than he could have imagined.