Procrastination Station #112
Aaaand a Christmas present for the OBSESSIVE TYPEWRITER LOVER in your life? (Know anyone in these parts who matches that description…?)
If you want to look thoughtful and melancholy: Wear lots of black. Black pants with a black shirt would be a good idea. Something fun to wear to a poetry reading or cafe is a beret. For shoes, boots or ballet flats would be nice. Don’t go overboard on makeup and jewelry.
And speaking of short ‘n’ sweet — what would YOUR one-line obituary be? (answers in the comments, please!)
Avoid cliques, gangs, groups. The presence of a crowd won’t make your writing any better than it is.
THIS! Thank you, Zadie Smith! And your other writing rules are also pretty darned excellent!
A lovely new poem from Mr McGuire!
Dad, I love your fatness, because your fatness is part of you. Your fat body changed my and my sister’s diapers. Your fat body sat next to me on the couch when I was just a tiny child and watched Star Trek, both the original AND The Next Generation with me, making me the geek I am today. Your fat lap was the one that, when I was a child and computer games were still pretty damn young, would let me sit upon it as you played (for both of us, me shouting directions gleefully), Designasaurus, and, I admit, often I’d laugh so hard that I would pee my pants with excitement, WHILE IN YOUR LAP. And your fat self was ok with it (not thrilled, but it never stopped us from playing again). Your fat body was the body of the man who let me and my sister put scrunchies, elastics, bows, ribbons, and sparkly hair gel in his hair. Who let us give him terrible comb-overs and pig tails, because you loved us. Your fat self taught me subtraction better than I was learning it in class.
This letter to a fat father from his fat trans son is beautiful, sad and brave. Please read.
I just discovered The Improvised Life blog and now I am in love…
I know I post these all the time here but this might be THE BEST Passive-Aggressive Note ever!
I want to start a clicktivism type campaign called Fire Christina Hendricks’ Obviously-Cruel Stylist And Let’s All Club Together To Buy Her A Cardi.
This badass 87 year old is kicking Republican butt in the cutest way!
It’s not perfect, but this new M&S ad is definitely a step in the right direction in terms of diversity. (Also, love the fact that one of the top-rated Youtube comments is: “Anyone else reckon the silver haired woman is fit as f**k?”)
I TOTALLY LOVE THIS SONG!
Have a great weekend!
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