Author Archives: thenevergirl

Which Side Doth the Cookie Crumble?

Two long and trying weeks of missing reports, incomplete logs, and persistent tardiness later, I send a memo. Girl receives it, signs, and then asks to do undertime. “For what reason?” I demand. “It’s my baby’s first birthday today. Will

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Which Side Doth the Cookie Crumble?

Two long and trying weeks of missing reports, incomplete logs, and persistent tardiness later, I send a memo. Girl receives it, signs, and then asks to do undertime. “For what reason?” I demand. “It’s my baby’s first birthday today. Will

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On the No-Story Story and Why It’s No-Fly With Me

I’ll never be a post-modern storyteller because I like structure. I like stories that actually tell stories. If a story doesn’t contain a story, why give it that name? Call it a painting. Or a music video. Or a nightmare.

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On the No-Story Story and Why It’s No-Fly With Me

I’ll never be a post-modern storyteller because I like structure. I like stories that actually tell stories. If a story doesn’t contain a story, why give it that name? Call it a painting. Or a music video. Or a nightmare.

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Nov 10

I had high hopes for ending this Monday on a high note. I meant to tuck myself in early so I could finish Crimespotting before catching zzzzz’s. But the party animal that I am, I found myself hunkering down to

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Nov 10

I had high hopes for ending this Monday on a high note. I meant to tuck myself in early so I could finish Crimespotting before catching zzzzz’s. But the party animal that I am, I found myself hunkering down to

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A Happy Birthday Non-Greeting to the Man I Always Thought I’d Be Growing Old With (But Not Anymore)

Today, the ex turns 33. I wish him a happy birthday, but I don’t send any greeting, by email or otherwise. I used to, but I realized this year the kindest thing we can do for each other is cut

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A Happy Birthday Non-Greeting to the Man I Always Thought I’d Be Growing Old With (But Not Anymore)

Today, the ex turns 33. I wish him a happy birthday, but I don’t send any greeting, by email or otherwise. I used to, but I realized this year the kindest thing we can do for each other is cut

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In the Work Front Today

‘course I’d rather eat than have to cook before I eat, but cooking is inescapable when one lives alone. Not without its merits though, as the only thing I used to be able to cook is fried egg. Now my

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In the Work Front Today

‘course I’d rather eat than have to cook before I eat, but cooking is inescapable when one lives alone. Not without its merits though, as the only thing I used to be able to cook is fried egg. Now my

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H.B (And How a City Hall Personnel Asked for a Php 20,000 Bribe Last Week)

Herbert Bautista must not have seen the local government’s vans and recent construction projects; if he did, he’d put a stop to the liberal use of his name and face. It’s sickening. His face and name are everywhere: on parks,

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H.B (And How a City Hall Personnel Asked for a Php 20,000 Bribe Last Week)

Herbert Bautista must not have seen the local government’s vans and recent construction projects; if he did, he’d put a stop to the liberal use of his name and face. It’s sickening. His face and name are everywhere: on parks,

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Tuesday the Strange

Woke to workmen puttering about; one is on the phone yelling he’ll chop the onions after he’s hauled the washing machine to New York. “I’m hearing things,” I mutter, deciding the men must be a mirage because if not, who

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Tuesday the Strange

Woke to workmen puttering about; one is on the phone yelling he’ll chop the onions after he’s hauled the washing machine to New York. “I’m hearing things,” I mutter, deciding the men must be a mirage because if not, who

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Unboxing

Not my birthday, but it feels like it. Thank you.

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Unboxing

Not my birthday, but it feels like it. Thank you.

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The Problem With Intuition…

is that you’re quick to catch on, and so you end up backed in a corner, forced to make a decision you would not have had to think about for some time, had you just been a little slower on

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The Problem With Intuition…

is that you’re quick to catch on, and so you end up backed in a corner, forced to make a decision you would not have had to think about for some time, had you just been a little slower on

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Nokia Nostalgia

I hate touchscreens. My phone has one, and time I could have spent doing other things–far more important things–is spent correcting the gibberish I inevitably punch out. Yesterday, I asked my assistant to find me a Nokia phone with a

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Nokia Nostalgia

I hate touchscreens. My phone has one, and time I could have spent doing other things–far more important things–is spent correcting the gibberish I inevitably punch out. Yesterday, I asked my assistant to find me a Nokia phone with a

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A Good Day

Yesterday, I bought new shampoo, woke up early to get a headstart on a massive pile of billings, drew up two contracts, issued a refund, and cooked myself dinner. Today, I slept in until ten, finished a few more billings,

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A Good Day

Yesterday, I bought new shampoo, woke up early to get a headstart on a massive pile of billings, drew up two contracts, issued a refund, and cooked myself dinner. Today, I slept in until ten, finished a few more billings,

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Manila

Imagine waking up bursting with goodwill for all of humanity, flinging the window open to greet the world “Top of the morning, y’all!” only to be assaulted by the stench and smog of a despairing city, and a rudely yelled

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Manila

Imagine waking up bursting with goodwill for all of humanity, flinging the window open to greet the world “Top of the morning, y’all!” only to be assaulted by the stench and smog of a despairing city, and a rudely yelled

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Ruined Heart Goes to Tokyo

Baby’s finally out of the womb! Thanks to everyone who helped make this project happen, especially to Post Republic Berlin and Sound Vision Koln where so much of the final legwork was done this year! And to RAPID EYE MOVIES,

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Ruined Heart Goes to Tokyo

Baby’s finally out of the womb! Thanks to everyone who helped make this project happen, especially to Post Republic Berlin and Sound Vision Koln where so much of the final legwork was done this year! And to RAPID EYE MOVIES,

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Post It-Boarding

Who grifted whom? Who pulled what? Sometimes, the twists get so a’twisted one ends up quite muddled. Thus, this post-it story breakdown. Quite excited about this next project: something my family can watch, finally! They’ve humored me by watching the

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Post It-Boarding

Who grifted whom? Who pulled what? Sometimes, the twists get so a’twisted one ends up quite muddled. Thus, this post-it story breakdown. Quite excited about this next project: something my family can watch, finally! They’ve humored me by watching the

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Morte

A mouse jumps into the pan I’m frying dinner on. It scampers about, sending hot oil flying. And then it dies, teensy feet sticking up like rigid poles. From where I’ve taken refuge in the pantry, I curse the gods

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Morte

A mouse jumps into the pan I’m frying dinner on. It scampers about, sending hot oil flying. And then it dies, teensy feet sticking up like rigid poles. From where I’ve taken refuge in the pantry, I curse the gods

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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. But

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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. But

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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 don’t know how I came by this keen dislike of translating and the translated—but it’s there. Every time I read text that’s been browbeaten from Hungarian to English, for example, I wonder at the liberties taken, the words kept.

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I’ll Stick to the Original, Thank You

I don’t know how I came by this keen dislike of translating and the translated—but it’s there. Every time I read text that’s been browbeaten from Hungarian to English, for example, I wonder at the liberties taken, the words kept.

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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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The Terrible Sorcery of Books

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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The Terrible Sorcery of Books

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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