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Archive for January 2003

needles and pins

On 14 January 2003

MINI-ROUNDUP OF BOOKS I FINISHED RECENTLYWord Freak—This was great. Just great. Even if you have only played Scrabble with your grandma, this is a damn fine piece of reportage and I loved it.Fraud—Some laugh-out-loud moments, but otherwise just okay. The best essay is when he gets to dress up like Sigmund Freud and be part […]

the 24-hour Stockhausen station

On 10 January 2003

THANK-YOU NOTES AND OPEN LETTERS FOR THE POST-HOLIDAY SEASON Dear Alley Assholes,Thank you for staying true to your beliefs that the alley is a sort of expressway and that it is totally appropriate to roar up and down it in the early morning hours. I especially appreciate your thoughtfulness in the way that you do […]

integer vitae scelerisque purus

On 9 January 2003

EXCUSE ME GOOD-LOOKING, WHAT MIGHT BE COOKING?Green tea + chocolate-covered espresso beans for a morning snack + Music for 18 Musicians alternating with Daydream Nation + a weirdly deep and cloudless sky out the office window + trying to write an article about the treatment of Greek letters in different types of scientific terminology = […]

feeding frenzy one two go

On 7 January 2003

It is a cranky day. The universe is very anti-Mimi. First, I got sniped at about something at work that was not really my fault, and isn't that just a joy with performance reviews coming up soon. Instead of a raise or a bonus, I will probably get a plate of cold leftover macaroni and […]

a four-year-old in a monster mask

On 6 January 2003

Lost weekend. Not in the usual sense that I got all bedrunken and I don't quite remember anything past our conversation about ballpoint pens. Nor in the X-Files sense that I was abducted by the gray people with the big heads and subjected to anal probing, although really, that might have been preferable compared to […]

this is where the tension builds

On 3 January 2003

You would think I was a ninety-pound cheerleader at the top of a human pyramid somewhere in corn-fed Nebraska. You would think I had been screaming banshee-style into a microphone as I performed with my imaginary punk band, Dick Cheney And The Secure Locations. You would at least think I had been out in some […]

creamy center

On 2 January 2003

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HEREMy brain feels like a plate of hummus. There is even a little depression in the center of my brain that contains a shallow pool of olive oil and a sprinkling of pine nuts. Beige paste, beige paste, everything is beige paste. Some things have happened since I wrote […]