Welcome to installation two of Book Clubbed. If you missed installation one and/or don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, go here and enjoy Ammie’s review of Bastard Out of Carolina. To continue our theme of books that devastate, I present to you a review on Joan Didion‘s The Year of Magical Thinking. Brilliantly/eerily, [...]
Lesbian sex is shallow!
Dec 14th, 2011
So. Back in 2003, I was trying to convince my soon-to-be-girlfriend that I didn’t like girls. This is an email I sent her, in which I detail just why I find lesbianism so reprehensible. Apparently, I’d already hooked up with three women at this point. Needless to say, I find this hysterical now. Also, for [...]
Book Clubbed: Dorothy Allison’s Bastard Out of Carolina
Dec 9th, 2011
I love books. On my OkCupid profile, I say that books are my dominatrix. Nothing inspires me more, influences my writing, speaks to my soul, verbs my cliche noun, etc. And yet, I never seem to write about books. I’m trying to be better about that. I wrote one review for SF Weekly last week. [...]
Haiku for Adulthood: Self-flagellation edition
Dec 1st, 2011
#252 I wasn’t born to follow rivers. I mistake clarity for ease. ______ #253 Sometimes we ate dinner in the Super Kmart. Each time was a “treat.” ______ #254 She said, “You are the girl I’m kind of in love with.” Kill ‘em with kind ofs. ______ #255 I cried over a Titanic preview, and took [...]
Haiku for Adulthood: Masturdating
Nov 11th, 2011
#247 Someday I’ll meet a girl good enough to take home to my vibrator. __________ #248 If you’re a girl who’s vagitarian, all dating is masturdating. __________ #249 Lesbianism in 8 words: ”I can’t date you, but here’s a poem.” __________ #250 At the lez sex party, the biggest bed held two women JUST spooning. __________ [...]
I’m from Twitter. Here’s a merkin.
Nov 5th, 2011
I met Amanda Palmer last night, kind of, in a flurry that lasted about seven seconds. Amanda and her husband Neil Gaiman were on a short West Coast tour, performing a mash up of songs and readings, sometimes alone, sometimes together, sometimes alone but with the other adoringly watching. To put it less clearly, here’s [...]
Hitting the High A
Nov 2nd, 2011
Last night I was restless. I couldn’t even finish a short story from Lorrie Moore’s Self-Help. (But here’s the best line from How To Become a Writer: “First, try to be something, anything, else.”) I kept thinking about patterns. I recently read a journal from 2007, and I basically haven’t changed at all. Four years [...]
The Invisible Struggle
Oct 23rd, 2011
I just finished this quirky book, The Chairs Are Where The People Go, by Misha Glouberman and Sheila Heti. It’s basically Glouberman’s thoughts on topics he’s interested in. There’s a chapter on spam filters, for instance. There are chapters on monogamy, smoking, how to arrange the chairs at events, and changes in cities and neighborhoods. [...]
