May 2013
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bookboundlaurel asked: I have a very adorable wire fox terrier named Livvy. She is a rescue (like Watson?). The pictures of Watson running and exploring off-leash baffle me—how did you train him to come back to you? Livvy is too excited by all the wonderful sights and smells of the world and must remain on a leash for her safety. What's your secret? I would love for Livvy to be as free as her distant terrier...
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Two recent dreams I can't stop thinking about
Next to the bright red “C” on my paper, comments from my instructor: “You build a pile of kindling, but never light the fire.”
Sitting in front of a fridge with the eggs all out of the carton, the condiments never in the side compartments, all sorts of non-crisper things in the crisper, I organize for hours without making any progress.
There’s a metaphor here I...
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My Victorian Lady-Heroes
From Alison Winter’s Mesmerized: Powers of Mind in Victorian Britain:
“Martineau prided herself on playing ‘reason over passion’ and was touted as one of Britain’s most ‘mannish’ women. She was certainly one of the most public and well traveled.
Barrett thought of herself as driven by feeling, was becoming known in this period as one of the most womanly of writers, and was extremely...
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Room of Requirement
Today I was looking for bookends. “Have you checked the secret closet outside, past the stairs, next to the boiler room?” asked Librarian Jason.
“I have not.” I went out the loading dock, followed the ramp down, and then further down dark stairs. Just before the boiler room, a secret outdoor closet. Inside, I found all sort of things, but, most importantly, I found...
April 2013
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March 2013
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A list of "Drafts," (no subject), lingering,...
Very late last night, looking for a distraction from a prospectus that refused to write itself, I found these strange unfinished notes and email drafts. Some of them were too-many-feelings, and I felt embarrassed or pretentious. Others, I was trying to save for exactly the right moment. And sometimes, I think, I decided to find a snack and never came back. Here they are. All at once. Sorry for the...
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IT HAS BEEN 56 DAYS SINCE I LAST SAW CONOR. TODAY I AM GOING TO NEW YORK AND THEN WE ARE GOING TO KISS.
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