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Neat

I don’t put much stock in astrology. There have got to be more than twelve kinds of people in the world, and I hear the astronomy in those days wasn’t too accurate. But much to my chagrin, one of the cardinal rules of my own sign, Virgo, seems to apply to me and many other […]

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Nausea

(Warning: in this essay I will reveal a plot detail of the novel Indecision. I can’t decide if this is a major or minor plot detail, but I’m leaning towards minor. Ish. If you prefer to consume your media with no prior knowledge of plot, do not read on. Read this instead.) Reading the novel […]

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Tune-Up

Part I It’s time for my annual tune-up, in preparation for my departure to points unknown. Yesterday was north-of-the-neck day. I had my mouth, eyes and ears probed, examined and cleaned. I managed to cram three doctor’s appointments into one muggy day spent tooling around the North Shore of Long Island in my parents borrowed […]

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Alive!

I know, I know. It’s been ages. I won’t bore you with excuses, but rather entice you with the promise of ramblings to come. I went to a wedding. I went to war. I got virally invaded and have been coughing myself a set of six-pack abs. Nutella-and-banana sandwiches are taking care of that condition, […]

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Cinco de Mayo

A morning at the baths and an evening at the ballpark.

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Mayday! Mayday!

On Capital Punishment: Last meals are barbaric. If a person is considered sufficiently devoid of humanity to be executed, what aspect of his or her person are we acknowledging by fulfilling a request for steak? How can the state decide that a person doesn’t deserve to live, but does deserve a lobster? Shouldn’t the message […]

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Homecoming

The other day I was reading my New Yorker on the [f***ing] G train when I smelled smoke. My neurotic fears of death by terrorism on the subway were trumped by my equally developed New Yorker non-plussability. The smell of smoke was in no way linked to any thoughts of death, nor to even consciousnly […]

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Digital Trauma

A month ago I slammed my finger in a door. I blame my boyfriend for this. We were in the bar where we went on what could be called our first date, which was actually a weekend-long hangout a little over a year ago. As I walked into the bathroom I was flooded with memories […]

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Please Forgive Us For the Slight Delay. We’re Sorry For Any Inconvenience It May Have Caused You.

Yes, there was a new post, but it had question marks where all the apostrophes and quotation marks should be, and that’s not very pleasant, is it? It will be here for your reading pleasure as soon as I have time to remove all the question marks and replace them with the proper punctuation. I […]

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Crazy People

There are certain trains, roads and places that always warrant the placement of the phrase “[The] fucking” in front of them. As in, “The fucking G train” or “fucking LaGuardia Airport” or “The fucking DMV.” I-95 is one of those entities. Today the fucking bus broke down on fucking I-95. After a tense half-hour waiting […]

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