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I'm just saying...
- Tandem bikes: for the active codependent.
- All public restrooms should have locks that indicate whether they're vacant or occupied.
- I would pay extra for an edition of the New York Times with no opinion pieces.
- Evite should run reviews and ratings from party guests.
- Prius drivers are the worst.
- Someday I'd like to have a washing machine that's not at knee-level.
- Train travel is better in the abstract.
- Artists should have websites indicating where their works are on display, the way musicians' websites list upcoming shows.
- Why is stand-up comedy in movies always so terrible?
- Nothing kills the vibe at a restaurant bar like a laptop.
- Is a "knowledge base" ever useful?
- Houseguests are like newborns: Great pains should be taken to keep them asleep.
- Sometimes I think everyone I know is on the spectrum.
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- Don't let the chlorine in your eyes blind you to the awful surprise
- I think I lost it, let me know if you come across it
- Time is like a clock in my heart
- Walk beside me, not behind me. Feel my unconditional love
- You always knew you were tired, but then where are your friends tonight?
- It's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light
- This may come as some surprise, but I miss you
- I walked home smiling—I finally had a story to tell
- I kissed you in a style Clark Gable would have admired. I thought it classic
- If you knew how I felt now, you wouldn't act so adult now
- Under the kitchen light, you still look like dynamite
- The culture is lit, and if this is it, I had a ball
- I was dreaming when I wrote this, so sue me if I go too fast
- I never wanted to be your weekend lover
- Sometimes I wish for a mistake
- Downstairs the party is going full swing. The people we came with haven't noticed a thing
- It’s not safe to go out, it’s not right to stay home. Listen, my advice is to carry a gun
- And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane than go through all that shit again
- Up to Lexington, 125—feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
- Whoever brought me here is gonna have to take me home
- I hear you knockin', but there ain't nobody home
- What's practical? What's logical? What the hell, who cares?
- I don't know what I knew before, but now I know I want to win the war
- Tell me something that you mean, not just what comes to mind
- I don't know my future after this weekend, and I don't want to
- I see you driving sports cars, ain't hitting the throttle, and I'll be down to do a hundred, top down and goggles
- Sing me another love song, but this time with a little dedication
- You got a look in your eye when you're saying goodbye, like you want to say hi
- I'll settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need
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A Trio, Actually
Our friend Michele is visiting us in the country this weekend, and when we asked how her parents were doing these days, she said that the recent snowstorm had taken a toll. Adam said he had wondered if their house in Madison, Conn., had suffered any damage, but Michele explained that the effects were more psychological. After days and days of being snowed in together, her mother, who rarely swears, announced to Michele, "We're just stuck up here like a couple of old assholes."
So yesterday, when Michele snapped this photo of us, you can imagine what came to mind.
P.S. The headline refers to Howard, not Michele.
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How You Can Tell I'm from California
I take photos of the frost.