WHY CAN’T I EVER FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE NICE LIKE YOU?– a bright wall in a dark room.: Christmas Week: The Apartment (1960) One of my favourite movies ever.
Presenting: The Archer. We’re still dorks.
A refresher: the lip dub we recorded on our 2009 American Thanksgiving road trip: Do You Mind.
My left wrist and most of my forearm have swelled up. I’ve taken half a box of allergy medication in the last 24 hours. I’ve been cycling through the three ice packs we have in the freezer. My arm feels like an uncooked sausage. The tightness of the skin is quietly excruciating. It’s better than yesterday, when it was an angry pink colour and I thought I might be in the process...
The whole point of a storyless story, she said, is the subtle rejection of story...– Scarlett Thomas, Our Tragic Universe
— Oh hey, you can see me in that photo you posted. — That’s okay. It adds human interest. — But I’m a bear.
This afternoon I started to knit what I would like to be a pair of fingerless gloves. The wool is a dark blue and not actually wool. I started with a vague idea of a scarf in a nonsensical knit-purl pattern, but then I got into a rhythm and thought I would knit something for myself that I hadn’t already done (I made myself a red scarf four years ago). I unraveled it and started again a few...
I held a three-month-old baby in my arms in a crowd of babbling women, and he was asleep within moments. He stayed asleep while his mother ate and even after I gave him back to her when my arms started shaking from holding him for so long and probably also from hypoglycemia induced by merely looking at all the food people brought while I didn’t have a hand free to eat any of it. I made a...