December 2009
62 posts
I wrote emails to myself for the Awl. →
Lydia Davis, "The Mice"
Mice live in our walls but do not trouble our kitchen. We are pleased but cannot understand why they do not come into our kitchen, where we have traps set, as they come into the kitchens of our neighbors. Although we are pleased, we are also upset, because the mice behave as though there were something wrong with our kitchen. What makes this even more puzzling is that our house is much less tidy...
Christmas: A Christmas Story
Please address the baby (doll?) in AWC’s arms in Fig. 4 and Fig. 5. Use complete sentences and at least six vocabulary words from lesson two.
theemilycheesmanstory:
Here’s the Christmas tree! Fun!
Look at me I took a picture:
That’s a fun one. Then Mom made a lot of cookies. I don’t like this kind that much.
Here’s Andrew Brother posing in front of some stuff, I guess, for...
"The Poets March on Washington" by James Cummins
What do we want? Immortality! When do want it? Now! What do we want? Immortality! When do we want it? Now! What do we want? Immortality! When do we want it? Now!
I Wish It Was Christmas Today - Julian Casablancas feat. Jimmy Kimmel, Horatio Sans, and The Roots
The inevitability of this does not make it any less enjoyable!
In all the times I've seen this episode, I've...
Barry Zuckercorn: Who's their lawyer?
Gob: Saul Zentzman. Do you know him?
Barry Zuckercorn: I have Chinese with him every Friday night at Miss Temple's.
That girl sneezes a lot. It’s a bit excessive.
– The indefatigable Michael Snyder, re: one of our hallmates
"It's just when you're honest"
Juli: I mean, am I being insensitive?
Michael: No. I don't believe in insensitivity.
Emily: Um. Tumblring!
Juli: Um, Twittering!
Castruchio: An old lord. His name is a play on the word “castrated”,...
– I’d like to redact my earlier criticism.
He accepts the Duchess’ proposal of marriage because of her beauty and...
– I’m beginning to doubt the trustworthiness of the Duchess of Malfi Wikipedia
Yet shall not Faustus actually do this
“And Faustus hath bequeath’d his soul to Lucifer—
But what is this inscription on mine arm? Homo, fuge!
Whither should I fly? If unto God, he’ll throw me down to hell.
My senses are deceiv’d; here’s nothing writ:—
I see it plain; here in this place is writ
Homo, fuge! Yet shall not Faustus fly.”
- Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus
In my *looks at watch* 21 years of life, I...
Zaarath and Christopher Prokop — and their two cats — live in the...
– NY Post
A group of terrible emo kids at my high school started a band senior year called...
– Emily Cheesman: The Early Works
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From the magazine: "In Transition" →
I have a new Prank Review today.
(h/t NS! Which, speaking of: If you know of a prank(ster), and you would like me to write about it on the Awl, let me know!)
Me: [Dancing around to "Jump in the Line" in our kitchen] "I wanna learn the dance from Beetle Juice!"
Gilli: "You can't levitate though!"