You know that thing where your teeange daughter still grins from ear to ear when you sing happy birthday to her and still closes her eyes like she did when she was 6 when blowing out a couple of candles you put on a slice of cake left over from her real party?
Thanks to my awesome Internet stalking skills, I've managed to get in touch with one of my Dad's good friends from his Army days. I haven't seen him since we left Canberra in 1987, but I used to dog-sit his corgi, Tammy, and he would pay me in book store vouchers :oD
If you’re a boy writer, it’s a simple rule: you’ve gotta get used to the fact that you suck at writing women and that the worst women writer can write a better man than the best male writer can write a good woman. And it’s just the minimum. Because the thing about the sort of heteronormative masculine privilege, whether it’s in Santo Domingo, or... - http://x0.tumblr.com/post...
Hi FF! I'm back. Had a great time. Missed you all. I don't have my pictures uploaded yet, so in the meantime here's one Paul Buchheit posted to his Facebook timeline, of the immense sculpture "Embrace" burning on Friday morning.
Yes, Dad, I want to hear how I've messed up in moving to California and in my job search. While you're at it, yes, please tell me how awesome one of my older brothers is doing in his job and his promotion, the same brother who was a thieving fuck-up until a couple years ago. Grand.