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selections from In the Sierra: Mountain Writings by Kenneth Rexroth

The question is not
Does being have meaning,
But does meaning have being. Continue reading

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selections from Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“She’ll come back and be a serious Americanah like Bisi,” Ranyinudo said.

They roared with laughter, at that word “Americanah,” wreathed in glee, the fourth syllable extended, and at the thought of Bisi, a girl in the form below them, who had come back from a short trip to America with odd affectations, pretending she no longer understood Yoruba, adding a slurred r to every English word she spoke. (78) Continue reading

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selections from Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America by Barbara Ehrenreich

No one ever said that you could work hard—harder even than you ever thought possible—and still find yourself sinking ever deeper into poverty and debt. Continue reading

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selections from This Changes Everything: Capitalism vs the Climate by Naomi Klein

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happy birthday [archive]

if you’re a close friend of mine, be wary. one of us is probably going to meet the end very, very soon.

why, you ask, would i say something so morbid on such a cold, foggy, rainy, afternoon? well, you see, my life is perfect. ok that might not be exactly true. i don’t have a palace in San Francisco overlooking the bay with spiral stairs down to the shore, i don’t have a harem, i’m not a grizzly bear, i’ve never been to space, and SFO was still in operation this morning BUT STILL–life is, undeniably, good. something terrible is just bound to happen eventually, right?

here are all the things i have to be happy about (you may or may not agree that all or even any of these things are worth celebrating).

i am in love.
i am reading the Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.
i am roadtripping California with an amazing girl next week.
i am turning 22 tomorrow.
i ate a bowl of ramen 15 minutes ago.
i ate a bowl of oatmeal and brown sugar an hour ago.
i ate a medium-sized bowl of Lucky Charms a few hours ago.
i ate a mini-bagel with cream cheese a few hours ago.
i ate a small bowl of fruit before passing out last night.
i ate a small bowl of Lucky Charms after coming home last night.
i ate a hella spicy pad see ew yesterday with some Singha.
i ate a deliciously collaborative Thai dinner with a few of my best friends in Claremont a week ago.
i can still get high.
i danced my ass off to $1 well drinks and house music last night in the Castro.
i drive a Porsche 924S (1987).
i found a basketball-sized disco ball and drove up 101 with it in the middle of my car; whenever the car turned, sun reflections would dance around the doors, dash, steering wheel, and the heart-eyed girl beside me.
i found a desk missing its legs (tray?) with a cushion on the bottom; using a computer in bed was never so enjoyable!
i get paid for writing about Silicon Valley.
i graduated from college a week ago.
i have family and friends flying/driving to the Bay for my graduation party this weekend.
i have very long hair (and it’s still growing!).
i live in the Bay Area.
i live in California.
i live in the United States.
i live on Earth.
i might have a chance of going to space in the future.
i plan on visiting a very important poet in Seattle very soon for some very indeterminate length of time.
i played with my two brothers, two dogs, and two parents all graduation weekend.
i played with a kitty and a puppy for a few days after my graduation.
i received two drunk dials in the past week while stoned from a fellow confirmed catholic who wanted to inform me that he had just taken a piss on a Jesus statue holding a lamp.
i returned to Dolores Park and Fort Funston yesterday, saw a hawk at one and hang gliders at the other.
i saved a seashell from the dumpster before leaving Claremont.
i won a four-way game of War a week ago.

by the way, i’m making a summer mix cd. if you would like to force yourself to hear it, make sure i have your mailing address. Continue reading

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