Wednesday, November 26, 2008 · posted at 9:01 PM Cringe - it's not just a reading at Freddy's
Have you ever done something really embarrassing or shameful? Perhaps you waved down a friend down the street only to realize that the person is a complete stranger. Or maybe you accidentally greeted your boss with “Hi Mom” because you just got off the phone with your real mom and your boss also sports floral dresses and a soccer mom perm. Maybe it was more egregious than that and you became so incredibly self-absorbed that you dropped off the face of the earth and put off everything that would not immediately jeopardize your 1) immediate well-being or 2) paycheck, although not necessarily in that order.
Regardless, sometimes the only thing your psyche can manage to do is to pretend it never happened. You keep walking, you don’t turn around, you make no acknowledgments in future conversations, you create such a strong air of ignorance that it causes self-doubt on the other party’s side.
Yeah, it’s kind of like that. Sorry.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007 · posted at 2:11 AM Faith without Fear
At an especially dark time, I asked Salman Rushdie why I should write a book that might endanger my life. I’ll never forget his answer: “A book is more important than a life. Once you put out a thought, it can be disagreed with vigorously, vehemently, even violently. But it cannot be un-thought. This is the great permanent gift that a writer gives to the world.”
Friday, March 02, 2007 · posted at 4:10 PM Booty Nomad
Something seemed off about her description of her love. I didn't seem to be involved. She loved the way I treated her and the way my loving her made her feel. But did she love me? Not the me who listened or shopped or was nice to her dog, but the me who watched baseball games and loved to read and knew obscure Monty Python quotes by heart. The me who wished he could play guitar and wanted to write and cried at wussy French films. The me who existed whether she was there to see it or not.
Saturday, January 20, 2007 · posted at 1:59 AM The Big Happy
There it was. My first composition book. The one that, along with my first-grade ditto, really put my on the road to writing. I still remembered my eight-grade English teacher, Mr. Paulson, telling me how special I was. How I was going to be a great writer some day. I cracked the book, ready to be dazzled.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007 · posted at 4:16 PM Generation Me
Ordinary people can also find a taste of fame on the Internet. Anyone can put up a Web page, start a LiveJournal, or post to message boards. Blogs are built around the idea that everyone wants to hear your thoughts. Had a bad day? Tell the world about it on LiveJournal. Proud of your athletic ability, your family, your hobbies, your witty writing? Create your own Web page.
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