December 2011
2 posts
I love you, Wil Wheaton's mom
Mom: Can we bring a ham to Christmas dinner?
Me: It turns out that nobody is really into ham.
Mom: What about bacon?
Me: For Christmas?
Mom: Everything's better with bacon.
Me: Damn your flawless logic!
Mom: I'm bringing the bacon.
November 2011
2 posts
October 2011
4 posts
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September 2011
1 post
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August 2011
5 posts
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July 2011
4 posts
“When I’m 80 years old and sitting in my rocking chair, I’ll be reading Harry...”
– Alan Rickman (via bookstorecouture)
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fangirl
The other day I completely freaked out because I was in the presence of Leonard Marcus, LEONARD MARCUS, the children’s book historian, editor of the soon-to-be-released Annotated Phantom Tollbooth. I was standing at a register, credit card in hand, completely in awe of this white haired, bearded man who was Leonard Marcus.
It was the wrong Leonard Marcus. The Leonard Marcus I met teaches...
June 2011
3 posts
“And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not...”
– A Man Without a Country | Kurt Vonnegut (via bookstorecouture)
May 2011
3 posts
“Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
That’s all I gotta say so I’ll say it again,...”
– Paul Rodgers (via thebarstoolromantic)
December 2010
2 posts
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jamie is tired
I’m reading Mary Ann in Autumn by Armistead Maupin. I’m very into commitment, which means I have long term boyfriends, have fifteen identical pocket notebooks that I am slowly going through, and feel the compulsive need to finish series.
This book isn’t very good. Reading it, I feel dated. I know that I’ll flip through this book in fifteen years and find references to...
people nowadays.
On my way home from work, I watched as a man got out of his car and started yelling at another man who had a three-year-old boy on a bicycle. I think the first man pulled up into the crosswalk, almost running over the second man and his son, but they yelled and yelled and pointed fingers and perhaps fought momentarily, but it ended when the second man almost tripped over his son, making him cry....
October 2010
4 posts
1 tag
behind the counter
On Thursday I woke up and found out that an old entry of mine had caught the eye of someone else’s Tumblr blog. I had joined with several other booksellers to create this hodgepodge list shortly before I quit my job. I then spent a languorous seven months away from independent bookstores, author events, and shelving. I still saw book people every so often, but I had lost my label and was...
As I get older, I notice that I truly am becoming my mother. When I cook, I use tin foil if applicable. I wrap my meats in it and put them on the grill. I’ll defend it to my death, because tin foil makes things easier to clean and is reusable, as long as you don’t mess it up too much.
I don’t mind this at all.
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call it
A man is attractive when he has wrinkles around his eyes because he laughs too much, or when he has a scar with a story that makes him endearing, not tough.
A man is attractive when he leaves a message on your phone and doesn’t know what to say, he’s so nervous.
A man is attractive when he slips his arm around your waist for the first or the four hundredth time.
A man is...
zhongguoren
I can’t stop watching this Taiwanese drama I have on DVD. I just started listening to Chinese pop again. I had a mini-conversation with my sister yesterday in Chinese. I can understand a decent amount, meaning I am absorbing way too much Mandarin.
Mandarin is taking over my life.
August 2010
1 post
I may just collapse into myself. Since I’m back, I keep on:
converting everything into Philippine pesos, which means everything feels too expensive. The other day I had a P500 meal, which is ludicrous because you could feed at least six people with that amount.
putting my a/c onto the highest level, as well as calling it air-con.
forgetting to put my seatbelt on.
realizing how...
April 2010
4 posts
First Things First
I know it’s just our second date, but I have a raging libido
that demands it now. Would you help satisfy my libido?
You’re not my boyfriend. Let’s take it slow—
except for the part where you sate my libido.
We can share feelings, we can learn and grow,
but in this moment, simply attend to my libido.
The perfect man is well-equipped and a bit of a know-
...
3 tags
A Plea from a Rejected Fuck Buddy (m)
I hear what you’re saying, but look down at my penis.
You know how well I can wield this penis.
Our repetitively secret one-night trysts
are like Miracle-Gro to my penis.
Imagine the muscles, the angles, the places you’ve kissed.
They’re nothing compared to where I’ve stuck my penis.
We could welcome a third—I have a list—
as long as there...
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har har propose you bastard
Celebrating our third anniversary needs
no fuss or comment, because you side-stepped my needs.
My mother keeps calling. I keep her at bay, feed
her lines about how you’re attending to these needs.
Disneyland—sunny, cool, eighty degrees—
is the perfect place to get down on one knee.
I’m a fan of tax breaks, maybe enough to breed,
so I encourage you to...
March 2010
3 posts
1 tag
dirty ghazal, #4
When I see tall, thin men, I wonder if they wear underwear
and moreover, what sort? Boxers, briefs, tightly fitting underwear?
Talk, more than that, whisper close to my hear, share
things that will make me think about what’s under there.
Depending on the date and the intention I will take care
to choose the laciest, least complicated underwear.
You and I fumble, undress,...
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dead pigeon poem, 2005
let’s talk shit
about the guy next door
i write about dead pigeons.
they fall on my notebooks,
collapse stricken onto my laptop,
refusing to dissipate until i write
their eulogy.
i called in an exterminator (the wrong
person to do the job, but oh well)
...
February 2010
1 post
January 2010
4 posts
1 tag
you know you're a bookseller if
You can’t crack spines of paperbacks, and hold your books in a particular way to maintain spine integrity.
You find yourself appreciating the scent of paper.
Your personal library is alphabetized, or organized by genre.
You consider books to be interior decoration.
You own multiple editions of the same book, because you have to have all its iterations.
You know what Brodarting is...
Married, Jack Gilbert
poetry365:
I came back from the funeral and crawled around the apartment, crying hard, searching for my wife’s hair. For two months got them from the drain, from the vacuum cleaner, under the refrigerator, and off the clothes in the closet. But after other Japanese women came, there was no way to be sure which were hers, and I stopped. A year later, repotting Michiko’s avocado, I find ...
“In the meantime, though, I’d like to encourage the pregnant women of America to...”
– http://blog.newsweek.com/blogs/thehumancondition/archive/2010/01/15/until-we-have-better-science-please-shut-up-about-my-pregnancy-pinot-grigot.aspx
December 2009
1 post
who knew? →
Let’s be clear, I’m no Scientologist. I’m the Tan.