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I'm just saying...
- 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.
- Best to avoid any gas pump that also offers diesel.
- Skip the exit interview.
- When did car windshields get impossible to clean on the inside?
- Cookbooks should be very clear about which recipe is featured on the cover.
- Penne is the saddest pasta.
- Don't eat a dish named after a volcano.
- Nobody cares about your app.
- It's time to remove that note at the end of your emails asking people not to print them.
- If you think about it, gum is weird.
- Business idea: TV channel devoted to terror attacks.
- Please don't tell me about your favorite TV show.
- The more reachable I've become, the less likely I am to answer my phone.
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- 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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26 July 2012
This Summer's Flowers
The house we rent in Connecticut has a lovely garden, but as renters, we don't decide what's planted there—especially this year, because our rental started in late June. I noticed a couple new plants that weren't that exciting, but then the thistles showed up.
I love the round ones; the spiky ones sort of freak me out, like they should be viewed under black light. They look like what a heavy metal fan would draw on his textbook covers. Neither, however, can compete with this strumpet. If you know what type of flower it is, please let me know. (Update: My mom says it's a hollyhock.)
29 March 2012
12 September 2011
My Mutant Flower
Here's one last shot of my favorite flower. It looks exactly the same on the other side.
A Spectral Flower
I was tending to the garden this weekend when I spotted a flower in one of the lamb's ear plants. I barely touched it with the clippers, just to get a better look, and it broke off (and quickly withered away). It already looked magical, with its translucency and black lines, and the sudden death only added to the effect. Later, Adam suggested it might have been a mushroom rather than part of the lamb's ear plant. I can't find anything online either way.
07 September 2011
My Mutant Flower
I've been spending quite a bit of time tending to the garden this summer—I've enjoyed it more than I would've expected, although I shouldn't be surprised because at some point it's not unlike editing. Also, it gives me a reason to be outside. I could do without having to mass-murder Japanese beetles, though; if we ever buy a house, we'll skip the roses.
Mushrooms (including stinkhorns!) haven't been the only strange news around our place. My favorite flower is a mutant, two purple daisies (or daisy-like flowers—I'm not good with the flower names yet) that are conjoined. I noticed it before it was a just a bud, and last weekend the petals really began growing. Adam hates it, but I think it's makes all the other daisies look dull.