tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87361159683033929422012-02-16T02:51:41.056-06:00kittens, puppies, rainbows, ice creams.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583723939475978477noreply@blogger.comBlogger2121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736115968303392942.post-22356406927368128092011-07-19T16:22:00.005-05:002012-02-07T08:15:43.184-06:00

Beer, goulash, blisters on the bottoms of my feet, magical weekend in Vienna, FOOD POISONING, sun tan, Kafka, poetry, thunderstorms, prosím a děkuji a mluvite anglicky a dva vodas prosím, mosquito bites, cool nights, hard mattress, Kinder Bueno, $6 tap water, baguettes and 9-mile hikes, Alphonse Mucha, my goodness.

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Two months! I win the prize for worst blogger. But life has been busy. Here I am:Except I'm in a cafe, and there is a pianist playing a violent version of "Memories" from the musical Cats, and the tap water costs 400% more than the beer so you can guess what thirsty me ordered when I arrived.My Czech is so bad all I can say is thank you, and I'm sorry, and excuse me and yes, please, which, I

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I read an article in Time magazine on the Stairmaster today about an evangelical pastor named Rob Bell, whose new book, Love Wins, puts forth the wild un-conservative notion that there may not actually be a Hell. Bell wrote the book in response to a note that was left by a visitor to an exhibit at his church, a note which said that Gandhi is in hell. Gandhi: a real dick A lot of questions

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Phrases that did not exist on the internet until this post:"the internet is my frog""it is easy to do the twist""you are my kitchen sink""twenty-five is not such a large number""there is something better than this moment"Always at your service.

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The copy machine never works when I need to use it, Minnesota hasn't yet cracked the 45° mark so we keep putting boots away and pulling boots back out, Obama was born in Hawaii, we all already knew Obama was born in Hawaii, royal people are getting married, Christina Aguilera has a new show where she sits in a spinning chair, Nurse Jackie is the best Netflix decision I've ever made, the Wikipedia

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It's going to be spring soon, and I know this because our driveway has melted and sent a flood of sand and gritty dirt cascading down to form a pool at the curb, where our caretaker has gallantly placed the spare satellite receiver from our basement and the garbage men have politely declined to accept it every day.There are so many layers of life that emerge when snow melts. Odd articles of

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Though I continue to neglect this blog, always I think of you, dear reader, and wonder how you are.What is up?1. The Oscars.Lame.I was annoyed to watch The Social Network win for best adapted screenplay. That movie is, in my very correct opinion, an excellent example of how modern cinema is failing in the narrative-construction department. There was no real drama or conflict; the movement of

andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13855812769979028472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736115968303392942.post-69910294695620007732011-02-05T22:20:00.002-06:002011-02-05T22:41:53.447-06:00

p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }.MsoChpDefault { font-size: 10pt; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; } I just saw a clip on the news about a woman whose four-year-old son died in a fire today. She had gone to the store and left her three kids at home, and when she got back, the whole place was

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1. Renewing my annual vow to see all of the nominees for Best Picture before the Oscars. Which means I still have to see seven of the ten films: The Fighter, The King's Speech, 127 Hours, The Social Network, Toy Story 3, True Grit, and Winter's Bone. Overwhelming!I was pretty psyched to see Annette Bening nominated for best actress. I've watched The Kids are All Right twice and I cried both times

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Black Swan was pretty good.Haunting, etc.I like seeing actors turn themselves inside out for a role.Really one of the only things that is ruining it for me is the constant advertisements for No Strings Attached that plague my television screen. I don't get why Natalie Portman would go from playing the twisted role of Nina (so much like Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight, I swear) to a dim-witted

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1. Happy Almost-Turkey Day. Are you going to eat piles of carbohydrates drizzled in gravies and candies and strawberry wine and doughy fists of bread spread with butters and jams and whatever drizzled gravies are left on the plate? And then pass out on a recliner with your mouth hanging open, a cooling mug of decaf coffee perched on your thigh? Well, then, have fun. Did you know Thanksgiving

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The Wikipedia entry for K-hole is in need of some good citations. Claims that a k-hole surfer is interested only in "the shape of [his] hands" and "experienc[es] psychic connections, and shared hallucinations and thoughts with adjacent users" are too subjective, even for the collaborative reference site. How long does it last? Where do you go during it? What parts of the brain would light up, if

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Outside the wind is howling, and through our skylights I can see treetops wiggling like fish. Also there are two wet leaves stuck to the outside of the window, and the will-they-move-won't-they-move tension is killing me. Are they stuck to the glass? Or will they slide off with the wind, which is rattling the doors enough to prompt Nerd Dog to look up from her bowl of kibbles in suspicion?The

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I've been buried in the depths of Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children, which is one of those books you cannot believe was written by a human being; the scope of the entire story is so vast, spanning generations, utilizing telepathy and magic and political unrest and a narrator so lovingly self-conscious that he is the story itself, and etc. etc. etc., I mean it is like really super good. But

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Have you ever seen anything sadder than the saddest puppy who can't go up the stairs because she fell down ONE TIME and now she's terrified to go up by herself?No. I didn't think so.Sorry for the lack of recent posts, my children, but, in the words of Lady Gaga, "I'm k-k-k-kinda busaaay." What's up?Read: From a Crooked Rib, Sweet and Sour Milk, and Maps by Nuruddin Farah, Blue Aubergine by Miral

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Every morning there is a clump of Fat Ladies in front of the building where I work. They are always smoking. At lunch they are there, in the late afternoon they are there. They are always glaring off into the distance as they puff away and discuss, in low voices, some other lady they work with who is really getting on their nerves.So I have been thinking a lot about their hearts. How they must be

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Summer's practically over, it's getting cooler again, my mosquito bites have healed up, I love Flannery O'Connor and Tsingtao in the bottle and sweaty summer nights at state fairs, I got a new car, our rosemary plant died but I like to keep it on the deck anyway because it looks like a cactus, "Airplanes" by Local Natives is the best song ever, I cooked everything in butter this summer, I cooked

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If you're following this as closely as I am, perhaps you've already seen this...if not, take a look at this interview with Liz Phair at Mesmerizing. She's promising WCSE-era demos for free soon! And a tour! It's so rare to read such an informative piece on what she's up to these days.

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Liz Phair just posted this note on her website:You were never supposed to hear these songs. These songs lost me my management, my record deal and a lot of nights of sleep.Yes, I rapped one of them. Im as surprised as you are. But here is the thing you need to know about these songs and the ones coming next: These are all me. Love them, or hate them, but dont mistake them for anything other than

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When you google "afraid of crying," pretty much all that comes up are bad song lyrics.Like this one: she's afraid of crying/And she can look at me with tears stuck in her eye.So many questions pop into my mind:How come she's got tears if she's afraid of crying? Generally don't we try to avoid the things we are afraid of?Is "stuck" really the best word here? Doesn't it connote a solid texture that

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Been busy.Got to attend a 3-day meditation workshop with Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche, which is yet another example of my life moving in these complete circles, because it was his Joyful Wisdom that I listened to in my car as I drove to Minnesota last year with all of my belongings, taking deep breaths the whole way and promising myself it was a good move.Oh, it was.And so it was really an honor to

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Hubbeda hubbeda hubbeda. A Watchful Facebook Friend alerted me to the fact that my dear Liz Phair has a new album, Funstyle, to download HERE.It's $5.99. I bought it. I listened to it. It's weird. "Bang! Bang!" kind of reminds me of the slow, haunting quality of "Shallow Opportunity" (she hit a fucking homerun with the comeandgetit EP seven years ago). And "You Should Know Me" is a nice,

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Saw the new Joan Rivers* documentary A Piece of Work. It's pretty great. I get the sense that the directors really struggled with inserting some kind of narrative arc or a sense of chronology. Because Joan Rivers seems to be the type of person who's oblivious to the architecture behind art--it's like, I have this great character, isn't that enough?So I thought structurally the film failed a bit (

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Made my third little pilgrimage to see her speak, this time in Seattle. This was my favorite lecture, though, because she read a long essay about recognizing a higher consciousness and answered questions and signed books, and the whole event, at three hours, still didn't feel long enough.The thing about thinking that you had some kind of spiritual recognition of Shirley MacLaine when you were two

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All right, I'm back.Life is going suspiciously well, so something must be wrong. Do you know what I mean? When everything seems to come together so perfectly every day that you can't help but think that you area) dreamingb) deadc) in a reality television prank show, a coma, or one of those Vanilla Sky type chambers of consciousness Because what do any of us do to deserve real happiness? Have I

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A big fat smacking kiss of a thank-you to the very kind woman waiting in line at Delta's security post at the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport at 9:30 this morning. I never would have made my flight if she hadn't grabbed my arm and hauled me to the front of the line and told everyone I was her adopted daughter and needed to get on the plane first.Because of her efforts, I made it through security,

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We're moving, moving, moving, so lots of busy-ness involving cardboard boxes and pulling packing peanuts from NerdBird dog's mouth has kept me from posting. But some teensy flash fiction by yers trully at The Medulla Review.And more soon, always more.

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Summer is here, which means I have the most spoiled dog on the planet who gets to go everywhere with me, including bars, including cafes, including the grocery store.There's a huge park near my house where we can go to have some privacy away from all the cooing strangers who want to know what kind of dog that is and if the cutie will get any bigger and is it ok if they pick her up and squeeze her

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Got to see my all-time-favorite George Saunders at the Fitzgerald Theater this week. He was the guest for the pilot episode of a new Minnesota Public Radio series called Wits. I love this guy. Please go out and read Pastoralia, and you will fall madly in love, too. I kept thinking of how much he reminded me of Chris Elliot. Don't you think?The theme of the episode was about whether or not hard

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Not sleeping so well lately. Thoughts that prevent me from falling into slumber:1. Do policemen strap your seat belt on you when they stick you in the back of the cruiser? What about in states like Rhode Island, where it's illegal to ride in the back seat without a belt?2. That's not comfortable or That knot's comfortable?3. How long would it take me to suffocate in a plant-less apartment with

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Nerd-Bird dog has to get up to pee in the wee hours of the morning, so I've been spending some time lately standing in the backyard, 4:00 a.m., listening to the quiet of Uptown.Do you remember Will Smith's 1989 hit single, "Parents Just Don't Understand?" A complicated narrative encircling the life of a teenager who is forced to wear bell-bottoms to school and later gets arrested for

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Reasons Why I Haven't Posted Lately:1. Honeymoon period with new dog. My girlfriend may or may not have given me an ultimatum about this.2. Reading a lot. This includes: Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest by B.H. Fairchild, The Mezzanine by Nicholson Baker, Candide by Voltaire, Fun Home by Alison Bechdel, The Rabbi's Cat by Joann Sfar, Twilight of the Superheroes by Deborah

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1. Loveness2. Liz Phair fan fiction by yours truly at Hot Metal Bridge

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It's been a long time. But I have a good excuse:I wrote my own Perfect Life Plan a couple of years ago, and I have been blessed by the perfect circumstances to make it all a reality--long, lazy mornings; lots of time to write; days full of books and writer-talk; and a puppy.Shazam. Having a puppy, however, made me cross HAVE CHILDREN off the list. Because how do people do it? There's not even

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My oh my, I am full of love these days. Also: Kristen Wiig is the epitome of excellence, no arguments allowed:

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I feel like Rilke in the letters he wrote to Franz Kappus, because he always starts every note with a long apology about the dreadfully long stretch of time since his last letter, and how he is just the worst when it comes to correspondence. That's how I feel when I sit down to write something here and I think it's been impossibly long since the last entry, forgive me, etc. etc. I like keeping

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I was thinking it would be such a superfantastic idea to watch all of the Oscar nominated films before the ceremony on March 7, but now I find out that they've got TEN nominees for Best Picture? Oh ffs. I'll never make it on time. So far I've only seen Inglourious Basterds, Precious, and Up. But last night I did see all five of the nominees in the live-action short category. And my money's on the

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Sorry, friends, if you were the recipient of a suspicious spammy email from an old Yahoo account of mine. Somebody got hacked (hint: it was me!) and somebody is very grumpy about it (hint: it's everyone in my address book!)The email account has been deleted, and you can always reach me at my real email address (andreauptmor@gmail.com). xoxo and happy belated Valentines Day.

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1. I keep changing my mind, but I think this might be my new favorite weather: 25 degrees, snow everywhere like sifted flour, sun burning off the icy puddles. Because it's warm enough to stand outside long enough so that I can give my car a mohawk:2. I was sort of shocked to find out that Wells Towers's Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned just came out as a full collection recently. I remember

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A couple more moments of synchronicity in this strange week:1. Drinking a Tsingtao, thinking about Tsingtao, as I read Borges; came across a character who is a "former professor of English at the Hochschule at Tsingtao..."2. Saw Wallace Shawn in a clip of Vegas Vacation on a bar television, had rousing isn't this guy great? conversation with friends; read Deborah Eisenberg's "All Around Atlantis"

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OH. And I found the BEST movie theatre in Minneapolis and possibly the whole world.PROS1. they serve BEER2. the seats are LEATHER COUCHES3. you can have food DELIVERED DURING THE MOVIE4. tickets are only FIVE DOLLARSCONS1. in order to enjoy the four perks above you have to watch Precious, which involves:     a) poverty     b) incest     c) AIDS     d) Down's Syndrome     e) gratuitous vomiting

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Very strange coincidences happening lately. Let me show you them:WTF #1. Reading Borges in the coffee shop. Specifically reading "Death and the Compass," which is about a series of murders which may or may not spell out the Hebrew name of God. Long-haired boy with paisley pants at next table loudly exclaims, "Tetragrammaton!" (this being the name of the God of Israel in the Hebrew bible, a name

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Just three weeks and three days into the new year, and already I am breaking my 2010 promise of blogging lots more, all the time, often, often.I re-read a James Baldwin story today ("Sonny's Blues") and remembered how much I liked this passage:All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even then, on the rare occasions when something opens within, and the music enters,

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I'm back! A lot of things have happened since my last post, the most significant one being that my hard drive crashed and I lost everything on my computer. And I think that my personal energy is having some kind of destructive effect on the electronic equipment around me, like maybe there are invisible rays of static stress shooting from my fingertips and futzing with circuitry, because after my

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Another happy, happy 5° Monday.Today I noticed that Lake Superior State University released its annual list of banned words, and it includes "friend" when used as a verb, such as "friending" someone on an online social network;HOWEVER!'twas only a mere month ago when the New Oxford American Dictionary announced that "unfriending" was the word of the year,AND!Google dictionary proudly displays

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Omffffffff, I finally finally finally read Feast of Love and it tore my heart out, made it better and new, and put it back inside my chest. I downloaded the movie right away and put it on my ipod so I can carry it in my pocket forever. I already knew Charlie Baxter was from a different plane than the rest of us, somewhere more sacred and holy, but holy shit. I was reading in the car and my dad

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O Holy Night, Brittany Murphy is no longer alive, which is a weird way to put it, but that's how a lot of the websites like to say it; others prefer OMFG.RIP. I remember seeing Clueless in the theater with my sister and thinking oh hell yes, I am thirteen years old and I am one cool motherfucker. "Why should I listen to you anyway? You're a virgin who can't drive."Well Brittany, I'm very sorry to

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For our last class, I had my students read David Foster Wallace’s What is Water commencement speech he gave to Kenyon College in 2005. Such a romantic way to end the semester, reading it all together, with cookies and pop.But then oh no I had a complicated DFW dream in which he was so sad, just terrible sad, and all everyone did was sit around and talk about it. It's worst thing, they decided.

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I know I'm like two months behind, but I finally got Say Anything's new album. It's amazing. So shockingly spiritual. Plus Max Bemis rhymes naivete and gravity, and the self-awareness in the middle of "Mara and Me" is oh oh oh. Exactly perfect for staying inside and snuggling on the couch during Minneapolis' first Snow Emergency of 2009.Should I put another s there? After the apostrophe?

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Long underwear time! For life-enjoyment-enhancement and not for fashion. Also windshield ice-scraper time, double-mitten time, and urging your friends to come to the Bar Right By Your Apartment time. What what!Also--very important--Five Ways to Keep Warm:1. Bake cupcakes and open the oven door for the last couple of minutes. (BONUS: Awesome baking-cupcake aroma will flood your apartment and all

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My 2010 resolution is going to be BLOG MORE, but I have time until then, because right now it is November and not January, and I know that for certain because it is still 30-something degrees outside in Minnesota, and I know that for certain because I had to leave my window open all last week (bacon, maple bacon) and I didn't freeze to death.whatever whatever whatever.I am on Amtrak right now,

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Always too busy for more than a snapshot:Read: Driver’s Seat by Muriel Sparks, Yes, Yes, Cherries by Mary Otis, Pastoralia by George Saunders.Listened to: Regina Spektor’s Far, again and again and again, Matthew Dear and Max Richtor and more Girltalk.Ate: too many burgers, not enough broccolis, wine, wine, and late-night cheese.Saw: A tree with basketball-sized warts pimpling its trunk, a pair of

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21 days! A thousand apologies, mon petit chatons. Time is a strange dance these days. Weeks slip by in the space of a sneeze! It was winter for a second here, complete with snowy roads and mornings spent huffing over the windshield with an empty cd case because I cannot find the damned ice scraper anywhere and did not expect to have to deal with winter until at least November. Then just as

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Today this happened:I was walking across the kitchen with an ink pen in my mouth, cigarette-style, and a stack of papers in my arms, when I stopped by the oven to reach my free hand out to grab dinner (cold pizza slice), and in my hunger I shoved the piece of pie in my mouth immediately, only to push the ink pen in as well, and plastic and cheese and peppers all mixed together and moved

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Ten days without a peep from me, and do you know why? I downloaded Freedom for my laptop. It's an application that disables your computer's networking abilities for certain periods of time, so you can actually write that Great-Fucking-Fantastic American Novel in peace, without getting sidetracked by the endless seduction of Facebook and Gchat and Sarah Silverman's twitter. There's a certain

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I have a cold. It is not the swine flu. I cough like a seal all morning when my throat is sore, and then again after 10:00 p.m. In the peak of the afternoon it quiets and I just feel tired. It is just mild enough that no doctor would have advice beyond orange juice, but just pesky enough that I spend a lot of the day putting my wrist on my forehead and saying out loud, "No, I am confident this is

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I would positively die if Barack Obama ever raised his finger like that to me. And I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that it takes a lot to make Nancy Pelosi's jaw hit the floor. She and Biden look like third-graders who gape at the student who sasses the teacher; they are horrified by the chutzpah, yet invigorated by the interruption. Anyway--shame on you, Joe Wilson. You little turd.

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Lost my ipod earbuds.Got mad about losing my ipod earbuds.Forgot about losing my ipod earbuds.Remembered my ipod earbuds.Decided I needed my ipod earbuds NOW.Looked under the couch.Looked under the bed.Looked on the desk.Looked in the backpack.Screamed WTF in a loud whisper because the neighbors are sleeping.And kicked the papasan.Drank a Red Stripe.Prayed, or something.FOUND THE IPOD EARBUDS

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Lately the sky in Minnesota is making the noise that your upstairs neighbors make when they decide moving the sofa to the opposite wall will make the place more feng shui: vague rumbling, low scraping, maybe a groan or two.We had two tornadoes in the last month, and when the last one started, the meteorologist on television looked surprised and said, "Well, I didn't see that one coming."(

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Hey. Bob Dylan is releasing a Christmas album. All proceeds and all future royalties go to Feeding America, which apparently guarantees that 1.4 million people will be fed a few meals each during the holidays. You can pre-order it on Amazon now, and you'll receive it in October, right when the boredom of late autumn strikes and your thoughts turn to tinsel and mangers. If you're into that kind of

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Bought some thai eggplants at the farmer's market the other day because OMG they are Totally Cuuuutttee, and then today I opened my fridge and realized, now I have all these little adorable eggplants and what am I going to do with them. Thai eggplants are about the size of obese golf balls, and they taste like they’ve been pickled in cat pee. You HAVE to slice, salt, and dry them before cooking.

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Terrible, terrible dreams last night:1. First I was a detective on Law & Order, except it wasn't a television show, it was reality, in the same way that the dream wasn't perceived as a dream either. 2. Elliot Stabler was my partner, which would have been awesome, except I didn't recognize him until after I woke up.3. A murderer was chopping up people and putting them in Bert and Ernie costumes.

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Ok, I am BACK. I finally have internet service again. I spent the past week or so pacing and rearranging furniture, worrying. What's happening on Facebook? What deals am I missing on Craigslist? What do I do with my hands?? (The answers: nothing interesting, free daschund named Larry, and accidentally delete your entire ipod while trying to find non-internet things to do on the computer).Now that

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I feel like Diane Keaton from that scene in Something's Gotta Give:That's me trying to pack up my apartment, say goodbye to my friends, untangle myself from these deep, deep roots in Chicago. That's me listening to Dylan's Don't Think Twice, It's All Right on repeat all day while I pack and sobbing hysterically every time he says, "Goodbye's too good a word, gal/So I'll just say fare thee well."

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Today I was sitting at the lake when all of these ducks came out of the water at the exact same time.They muttered little words underneath their breath and ate some sand, which I discouraged them from doing. But they didn't know what I was saying because they are ducks and they weren't listening. This one is coughing. Ducks shouldn't eat sand.

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Apparently everyone on my Facebook attended an orgy together nine months ago because they all popped out babies at the same time this month. So every day when I log in I am bombarded with pictures of these tiny creatures who sort of look like my friends, but more like if you soaked my friends in water until they shrunk and then you wadded them up like tissues. It is weird to me that my friends

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Hooray!!! Al Franken finally won.Minnesota will be my new home state in a month, so I feel very pleased that the galaxies aligned to present me with such an excellent senator before my arrival. Senator Franken is going to introduce a $2,000 Caregiver Credit to people requiring long-term care (think your GRANDMOTHER in a nursing home), demands universal health care for everyone, and wants to

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RIP, the first and only King of Pop.Not only Micheal Jackson, but Farrah Fawcett and Ed McmahonI used to master a lot Micheal Jackson's dance moves when I was little. We are all in shock!All these stations playing michael jackson songs is bringing me to tearsNot a good day to be a superstar. RIP Farrah and MJ.Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson - who is left from my youth?Wow Michael Jackson and

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I like it on VH1 shows about celebrity lives when they get to the part about the celebrity's drug addiction spiraling out of control and they play Green Day's Good Riddance.

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If we ever find out that the population of the United States is about to be annihilated, and we can only leave behind one relic of our culture for future aliens to find, and this relic has to fit in a 2"x2" lockbox, we should definitely leave a flash drive with an episode of I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here!I am watching it tonight. Finally. It's exactly the type of program I would absolutely

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I guess I'm getting to that age where I'm just nostalgic about everything. Case in point:I've become enamored of this amazing website where people upload images and videos of pop culture from the Good Old Days. I guess the site is mostly updated by late 20-somethings like myself, because it's littered with bits of my childhood, like the Fischer Price Medical Kit, The Poky Little Puppy, and the

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Oh, Dear Reader, you are so kind to continue to check this blog even though I have been shamefully slack about updating it.It is 61 degrees in Chicago right now, which is fine with me, because we had one hot day last week and I was instantly flooded with nostalgia for wintertime again, and my chest exploded with longing for powdery snow and tobaggon rides, even thougha) snow in Chicago is never

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Last night the weather was so violent that thunderstorms soundtracked my dreams, and in the main dream, I was on a plane that was rocking in the dark and about to go down. I was reading Rilke before I went to sleep, this very passage in fact:You must not be frightened...if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloud-shadows, passes over

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Today I could not help but notice that every day when I get home from work, I take off my work shirt, put on a cardigan, take off my shoes, and put on my slippers.WTF? Are other grown-ups doing this too?

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This is an awesome story that made me have to spin around in my chair at work today because tears were leaking into my computer keyboard keys and the IT department is not going to help me if I ruin the computer because the last one I returned had whole french fries stuck under the keys.Anyway, there's a video of it too, on CNN, but I don't know how to embed video on this thing. The video has an

Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583723939475978477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736115968303392942.post-17553729723451535032009-05-04T07:06:00.002-05:002009-05-04T23:25:01.437-05:00

The sun came up, stayed for awhile, went back down.

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Today I am lying on my recliner next to the window, listening to my neighbors quack about mortgages and someone named Dave at their barbecue outside. It is 69 degrees and I spent the day running errands and cleaning out my car. I found five french fries that had shrunk to the size of large toenail clippings, and when I tapped them against the dashboard they were hard as a rock. They probably flew

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Last night I was riding the bus home when the bus in front of ours pulled over suddenly and people started spilling out. They piled onto my bus and breathlessly began telling the story: their driver had a heart attack. Ohhh! we all said. Is he going to die?Nope, they said. Because a cardiologist just so happened to be sitting in the front seat, right next to him. What do you think of that?Outside

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You're still my favorite person.

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hi.

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This morning I sprayed hairspray directly into my eye at point-blank range. It's moments like that when I wish I could rewind time and watch me yelping and putting my eye under the faucet and dabbing my face with a towel and thinking it certainly is great to be human on a morning like this, spraying hairspray into my eye and it's warm outside.I finished Charles Baxter's Shadow Play tonight on the

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Today it was so cold in the office I kept making a cup of tea just so I could wrap my fingers around the hot paper cup. Cold outside, too--the wind pushed the rain around in circles so it came at me from every side, and all I could do was wave my umbrella around like a shield, dodging tiny wet bullets. It's April 13th and it's 39 degrees outside. Hard to believe that just last weekend I was

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Most days, I get off work at 6:30 and walk west toward the bus stop. Today was the first day the sun still hovered high enough in the sky that I was blinded by the light. I never wear sunglasses because I'm afraid people will think I'm trying too hard to be cool, so I had to hold my hand up in front of my face to see the crosswalk signal. Half of us pedestrians did that stupid thing where we walk

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Today our XBox died a quiet death. Nothing fancy, no smell, no cough. Just a failure to thrive. We poked it with paperclips, jiggled the cords. I consulted several websites, including a shaky youtube video on XBox resuscitation. The video was narrated by an eight-year-old. We agreed we hope to have an eight-year-old one day who narrates how-to videos on the internet. Then we gave up. But: right

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I'm back in Chicago, again, and snow is everywhere. Snow on the rooftops, snow on the electrical wires, snow on the cars and the fence and a lone shoe abandoned by the sidewalk.I dreamt, all night long, that I was re-reading Rick Moody's The Diviners, and I woke up completely exhausted. I tried to read that book a few years ago, but reading a Rick Moody novel is like watching Rick Moody admire

Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583723939475978477noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736115968303392942.post-67550976077816139592009-03-28T21:15:00.002-05:002009-03-28T21:23:34.170-05:00

Everyone likes books and wears a hoodie, beers are two dollars, and the sky always looks like the opening credits of The Simpsons.

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It's been awhile. Here's what I've been up to: reading Talk Talk by TC Boyle and A Relative Stranger by Charles Baxter, eating powdered donuts, seeing TC Boyle in person at the library and marveling at what lightness he seems to embody, sewing, feeling sad about that lady from the movies who fell down the ski hill and died, not drinking caffeine of any sort, being very tired, reading Creatures of

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Today can best be summed up by spelling:S-H-I-TThere were four pieces of bummer-in-an-envelope mail waiting for my roommate and me tonight, three were for me, and now we sit in quiet glumness over the latest episode of The City with our comfort substances of choice.Whitney is about to cry about how Jay is a slimy boyfriend and Olivia screwed her over when they were designing the magazine cover,

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Boston was warm this week, and on the way back I read Junot Diaz's The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao while hot bits of sunlight striped the pages. I drank a diet coke. And then we landed in Chicago and my throat tightened at the sight of it. The lake! Oh my, the squares! I think this is how other women feel about babies.There is a powerful force in the universe which keeps me in the midwest or

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!More on this later.

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Today was sunny, so I went outside, lay down on the concrete, and split open my chest to let the light in. I only do this on special occasions. People walked by and looked. They could see I was having one of those days, I guess, because they didn’t ask me to stop. They only walked by, some briefly touching their own chests as they hurried along. The cement was rough, the textured sort, and as my

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After sitting on the runway for two hours, watching Pineapple Express on my ipod and thus securing behind my eyebrows a firm headache, I heard the captain tell me the GTFO the plane. "It's broke," he said. "WTF," is what most people said. Some said, "Shit," and others, "HTF am I going to get home." We all waddled back into the bleak terminal and plopped our backpacks down at the bar. I'd prefer

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I'm in Pennsylvania, waiting for another airplane. We are watching our new president on television.The lady at the table next to me wants yellow lemonade, not pink, and if all they have is pink then she just wants water.

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I got a new camera.The old camera was clunky and embarrassing. I was a little relieved when it finally died, Estelle Getty-style, after many years of dim flashes and an unpredictable shutter release. Everyone in my pictures always looked confused, squinted--slightly pissed off at me. One of my new years resolutions is to take more pictures. I also want to watch more movies and try more new

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I have not updated in awhile. I am so busy! Here is the scoop:1. It is cold outside. Really eff-ing cold. Also: slush and snow mounds are piled up all over our cars outside, and tomorrow we are going to be super pissy when we have to dig it out with our roommate's shovel so we can get home in time for Christmas.2. I read T.C. Boyle's Descent of Man, watched Britney Spears: For the Record,

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