Month: March 2009
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Nights
Nights I dreamed so hard I tore the sheets off the bed. Nights I looked at the clock and waited for the dinner to be over. Nights I spent online shopping for the perfect pair of knee-high boots. Nights I spent listening to the Disintegration album and writing made-up Sassy magazine interviews with my future…
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Expertise
I ought to be getting ready to run down the road and get on a bus to go to a little party in town; instead I am sitting on my couch with a terrible headache and a queasy tummy, miserably sipping Lady Grey tea and trying to enjoy the last smidge of sunset before I…
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Tiramisu
As you may know, this year for my birthday I skipped dinner and went straight to dessert, pausing along the way only to make a tiramisu, which is something I do on occasion, just because I can. I had already separated the eggs and was about the beat in the sugar when I thought of…
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Thirty-Four Is A Very Nice Age To Be
My birthdays—I celebrate it in both hemispheres, now–have been really lovely. Yesterday I wore a skirt with sequins on it and got off work early and then I painted some directional signs to my house from the street with my new watercolor set and then I video chatted to my mom and to my sister…
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Shake Your Tailfeather
Alice and Chiara walk down the street to the Te Papa fruit market, gossiping about everyone they know on the way. Alice [gossiping]: This whole sexual tension thing is getting really annoying. I think that just shagging and getting it over with is the way forward. Chiara [totally gossiping]: People always say that but it…
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The American Thing, Again
Last night I got an email from New Zealand Immigration saying that they’ve done the first stage of my residency application and needed some extra information about my job to continue on. This was pretty exciting because a) the information they wanted was really easy to get and I had it in the mail this…
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I Could Fall In Love Again
This morning I went to Sunday Tribal Jam, which would be my first dance class since, like, August. Everything I thought would happen did happen: I forgot how to stand in angled formation: I remembered how to three-quarter shimmy: I got sore arms merely from holding them up, let alone doing anything with them: I…
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Sick Of It
I’m turning thirty-four in a couple of weeks and it’s all I can talk about lately. Not in the sense that I can’t shut up re: which feather boa to wear to my birthday party, but in the sense that all of a sudden I hear the words “I’m too old…” coming out of my…