January 2012
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What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.
– Miranda July “No One Belongs Here More Than You”
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Be bold, mighty forces will come to your aid.
– Basil King
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Friends in Florida
In theory, I measure my words with unspeakable precision.
In practice, I keep accidentally calling androgynous men by politely insulting titles like “ma’am” and “madame”.
We were mid-conversation, and we passed the point where it’s acceptable to admit that I don’t know his name and he remembered my name from 10 years ago when we allegedly met. He told...
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I think the guy sitting at dinner next to me earlier was tripping on shrooms or something because he swore to me that he’s met a saber-tooth tiger before and then started screaming “You fucking THINK you know how to party but you don’t fucking KNOW how to party.” The last thing he said to me before we all said good night to each other was “I got sausages for my...
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I haven’t blogged in such a long time.
But I have a fever and I think the flu.
So, I’ll do this later.
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The Power of Intention
“Five seagulls are sitting on a dock. One of them decides to fly away. How many seagulls are left?”
“Well… four.”
“No,” he responded. “There are still five.
Deciding to fly away and actually flying away are two very different things. Listen to me carefully. Despite popular belief to the contrary, there is absolutely no power in intention. The seagull may intend to fly away, may...
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Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.
-Pablo Picasso
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December 2011
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Midnight Kiss
I snuck out for a bit with Cheeky Grin who, lo and behold, crossed the pond as well and has dropped his cigar habit for Marlboro Reds, which he ordered at the restaurant where we dined.
“Shut up darls,” he says to me just when I was about to object, “You love it, you want a real man.”
Yes, it’s true. I love the scent of cigarettes burning, especially in cold,...
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Ship at Anchor
My street in Istanbul is named for a scientist who invented an ointment for a skin condition, eczema I think. It’s unassuming, this street, no more or less attractive than anything else in the area, yet vacationing American and British couples are drawn here, compelled for some reason to stand beneath my open window and scream at one another. I was just about to call my Dad on a French rotary...
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belated birthday & sentimental anniversary
Well, a sentimental anniversary of sorts… It’s about 10 pm, so one year ago at just this time, I was a couple of hours out of surgery, in recovery from my first op. I remember being frozen in bed, I thought I was paralyzed and I’d never be able to breathe on my own or move again. These thoughts must’ve lasted seconds because I think I slept for two weeks straight...