McQueen

“Do you know Alexander McQueen?” he begins. “He’s famous for his spikes. But don’t worry, I got you the real deal even if I’m in China.” “You got me spikes?” “A bag, silly.” “Is it in this season’s hue?” I

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McQueen

“Do you know Alexander McQueen?” he begins. “He’s famous for his spikes. But don’t worry, I got you the real deal even if I’m in China.” “You got me spikes?” “A bag, silly.” “Is it in this season’s hue?” I

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You Are My Happy Thought

“You are my happy thought,” he’d written to me two years ago. I don’t know why I’m writing this, or where this is going. Those 12 years need no rehashing. When we were happy, we were very, very happy. I

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You Are My Happy Thought

“You are my happy thought,” he’d written to me two years ago. I don’t know why I’m writing this, or where this is going. Those 12 years need no rehashing. When we were happy, we were very, very happy. I

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Goose Morning, Bedfellows

Of this week’s reads, I like this one best. I could live to be a hundred and five, and still not read everything I want to. But no matter. Here and now, I shall read what I can, when and

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Goose Morning, Bedfellows

Of this week’s reads, I like this one best. I could live to be a hundred and five, and still not read everything I want to. But no matter. Here and now, I shall read what I can, when and

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I’ll Stick to the Original, Thank You

I dread translating. Sure, my command of Filipino is quite good, my vocabulary almost as extensive as my first and second languages. But translating fills me with unholy terror anyway. I don’t know how I came by this keen dislike

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I’ll Stick to the Original, Thank You

I dread translating. Sure, my command of Filipino is quite good, my vocabulary almost as extensive as my first and second languages. But translating fills me with unholy terror anyway. I don’t know how I came by this keen dislike

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Oigs

I shall always hold a lot of love in my heart for the egg, humble resident of the refrigerator, witness to many desperate kitchen raids and last-minute dinners. Long may you live and prosper, egg. Long may you thrive despite

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Oigs

I shall always hold a lot of love in my heart for the egg, humble resident of the refrigerator, witness to many desperate kitchen raids and last-minute dinners. Long may you live and prosper, egg. Long may you thrive despite

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8:31 PM

The problem with being elbow-deep in my reading is that I go from 1:45pm to 8:31pm without knowing how it happened. Today, for instance. I was going over rows of figures, balancing accounts perfectly aware of the ticking of the

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8:31 PM

The problem with being elbow-deep in my reading is that I go from 1:45pm to 8:31pm without knowing how it happened. Today, for instance. I was going over rows of figures, balancing accounts perfectly aware of the ticking of the

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Hearing

I hear words. No, not the words spoken to me—the words I see on paper. And so early on, my favorite writers are the ones I find most pleasing to the ears: Toni Morrison, for example. Imagine my surprise and

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Hearing

I hear words. No, not the words spoken to me—the words I see on paper. And so early on, my favorite writers are the ones I find most pleasing to the ears: Toni Morrison, for example. Imagine my surprise and

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Today: 2027

We’ve taken to cataloging the library. It’s never-ending work not helped by the fact that I’m always spiriting books into the bedroom, where I can read them at leisure mornings and nights. But there is an end to everything, even

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Today: 2027

We’ve taken to cataloging the library. It’s never-ending work not helped by the fact that I’m always spiriting books into the bedroom, where I can read them at leisure mornings and nights. But there is an end to everything, even

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Oy!

In the morning, I will take one look at this blog and throw up. I will wonder if I’d lost my mind the night before, and I will conclude I must have. Why else would I have deleted everything?

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Oy!

In the morning, I will take one look at this blog and throw up. I will wonder if I’d lost my mind the night before, and I will conclude I must have. Why else would I have deleted everything?

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