He calls me “Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948”

Over the past several months, I’ve re-read a few different pieces of literature originally introduced in my hazy high school years. I’m at a point where books and movies I first experienced over 10 years ago have exciting new meanings. Re-reading “Brave New World” helped inspire my move to Brooklyn (I can explain). Quotes from […]

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There she goes again

This is not an end of the year review. In fact, I wouldn’t have remembered that today is New Years Eve without all the whining that appeared on my facebook news feed recently <3 This is NEWS! I’ve drawn a rough outline of the next chapter in my life, and it’s going to happen on […]

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Crappy Halloween!

I’m a little behind on my Halloween post because my family still has no power from the Frankenstorm that hit the beast coast last week. Was it last week? I can’t tell what day it is without my google calendar. The Mayans would be soooo disappointed.. Halloween was canceled in NJ for the second year […]

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This is just a perfect example of why I love Salinger so much

“Did the tigers run all around that tree?”
“I thought they’d never stop. I never saw so many tigers.” “There were only six,” Sybil said.
“Only six!” said the young man. “Do you call that only?”
“Do you like wax?” Sybil asked.
“Do I like what?” asked the young man. “Wax.”
“Very much. Don’t you?”
Sybil nodded. “Do you like olives?” she asked.
“Olives–yes. Olives and wax. I never go anyplace without ’em.” “Do you like Sharon Lipschutz?” Sybil asked.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” said the young man. “What I like particularly about her is that she never does anything mean to little dogs in the lobby of the hotel. That little toy bull that belongs to that lady from Canada, for instance. You probably won’t believe this, but some little girls like to poke that little dog with balloon sticks. Sharon doesn’t. She’s never mean or unkind. That’s why I like her so much.”
Sybil was silent.
“I like to chew candles,” she said finally.

 
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“How come every blonde girl runs?”

– some non-blondes talking shit about the new little white girl running through their neighborhood.. for no reason. So the Leadville Trail 100 race happened this weekend. I also ran my first legit “long run” of 2012. 11 miles. More than half of the year slipped by before I pushed my mileage into double digits. […]

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autobiography of a punk rock yogi

I just knocked on the door of my roommate’s bedroom, wearing hobbit yoga pants and a tie-dye t-shirt (from the New Jersey Museum of Agriculture) to ask him if I could have my global warming mug (which he was using for water) back. Upon opening the door, he was immediately assaulted with rapid-flowing babble about […]

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