I had a rock collection that I polished everyday…this and playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with the neighborhood boys was pretty much how I spent all of my free time from 1991-1993.
I also started this other rad site: guestofaguest.com
Email me at Rachelle [at] guestofaguest [dot] com
Previously. More Foster effluvia keeps turning up and going on the pile. In addition to the booze and the Gawker book among others, at least two now-invalid employment contracts (from different companies) and various sealed personal correspondence. First person who makes it up the elevator can have the lot! Rachelle?
Incidentally, disturbance from cosmic background radiation is something we have all experienced. Tune your television to any channel it doesn’t receive, and about 1 percent of the dancing static you see is accounted for by this ancient remnant of the Big Bang. The next time you complain that there is nothing on, remember that you can always watch the birth of the universe.
— Bill Bryson. I miss seeing static.
Mar 13
My nephew Elliot does a pretty great job of summing up how I’ve felt this week.
Planted like a mature oak along an old Indian footpath that became the Bowery, it stands in testament to the essential Gotham truth that change is the only constant.
ashellray:
dude diong thesse two sitesi s liek making my brain
ashellray:
go insane
ashellray:
too much going on with people
nervebilly:
thank god chiara is back soon
ashellray:
i just had 3 interns working on the same event
ashellray:
(whoops)
ashellray:
i dont know how to tell them
nervebilly:
hahaha
ashellray:
like there are three saks in dash
ashellray:
((((
ashellray:
eek
nervebilly:
you could make it like survivor: intern
nervebilly:
all work on the same post
nervebilly:
whoever has the best, gets published
ashellray:
ha
Mar 11
Two weeks ago this Friday, my family had to put our black lab Ruby down. She was 14.5 and, though I’m still not completely sure of what the specific complications were, it was time.
As you can imagine, this was a difficult day for all of us. I worry about my parents and brother, their first Spring without her. And Cain? Poor Cain had to start his life as a street cat before we rescued him only to loose the only nightly snuggle companion he’s known. And I think I have problems…
And so it goes…
Ruby,
Remember when I was scrawny and ornery and I was determined to ride you like a horse? To attach super soakers to you and other contraptions that only my young mind could dream up? You were okay with it and that’s why I knew we were good. You played fetch and you ran and you wagged and you shook. And you put up with more children pulling on you and calling you “boobie” than most of your contemporaries.
You were a good dog. And, as William said, “things will just not be normal at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.”
I have no context for it, but it looked like he was doing a rhetorical analysis of how gender relationships were playing out over the course of the novel,” Schwartzburg told me. “He appeared to really engage with her and looked carefully at how she structured her narrative. Clearly, he read very widely.