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.
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?
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...
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.
Two weeks ago I heard a song I really liked, but because I was driving at the time I couldn't jot down any lyrics. Yesterday I did a Internet search for what I remembered, even searching one station's playlists, but no luck. Heard the song again on the radio today, got the lyrics, and now I can listen to it on Spotify whenever I damn well please.