January 2011
42 posts
“Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new...”
– Benjamin Franklin
December 2010
50 posts
“However light-hearted you try to be about it, the loss of youth, and everything...”
– Julian Clary
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“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“If I owned Texas and Hell, I’d rent out Texas and live in Hell.”
– Union General Philip H. Sheridan
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“It is well that war is so terrible, else we should grow too fond of it.”
– Confederate General Robert E. Lee
“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are...”
– Maya Angelou
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“‘Everything happens for a reason.’ I would love to see a statistic...”
– Gail Collins
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“For most of us, dreams come true only after they do not matter, Only in...”
– Ann Onymous
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“My mother said to me, ‘If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If...”
– Picasso
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“In bullfighting there is a term called querencia. The querencia is the spot in...”
– Carly Fiorina, God You’re a Disgusting Woman
Soda Fountain Chic: Dead and Alive in America
There I was, sitting in a bay window at a marble topped round table intended for one. It was one of those faux-Victorian ornamentals, whose wrought iron flourishes and curls were set perfectly amidst the Elmwood Café’s décor: Soda Fountain Chic*. Tapping its iron laurels with the tips of my moccasins, I felt the chill of the tabletop run through my hands as I peered outside, conjuring...
“A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.”
– Napoleon
“Disco deserved a better name, a beautiful name because it was a beautiful art...”
– Barry White
"You Didn't Really Do That" - Sharon Van Etten →
“There is no way to re-enchant our lives in a disenchanted culture except by...”
– Thomas Moore
The Drug Years: Marjiuana
Camp Gorham is a bizarre place. I think the seclusion of Darts Lake gets to the administration. They’re the ones who decided it was a good idea to segregate fourteen year old boys from fourteen year old girls. They’re the ones who cleared the way for a sixteen year old slime from a nasty part of Syracuse (it’s all pretty gross, but clearly he was from a particularly nasty part of...
The Drug Years: Cocaine
I started in the big leagues when I was eleven years old. I was in New York, at my older cousin’s Bar Mitzvah. If there are two things to know about my older cousin and his family it’s that they’re rich as fuck and that they obsess over flashy expressions of their wealth, erudition and social prowess. Therefore, it was no surprise that the party which followed my cousin’s awkward...
“Lord save us all from… a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting...”
– Mark Twain
She Was Wrong
The woman smirked as she handed him his license. “You’re sure you want to keep that picture? You’ve got to keep the same headshot for a decade.”
“It’s fine,” he said, though she was wrong. He was dying; it would be his picture for eternity.