(charlie rubin)(graham dean) hearing richard ford talk at columbia last night made me realize the grand responsibility a good writer must adopt: to be subtle and terrific, to write about something nobody has ever written, but everyone can feel or see or imagine. to be minimalist with words but generous with eventsmy pep talk turn into a pep rally
Archive for April, 2013
rian dundon from his changsha projectit was a recluse weekend of vitamin d and breeze. i found somebody’s iphone and wallet and it belonged to a pierced man with stretched out ears. he came to my apartment and retrieved it, he seemed dazed and confused, a bit grateful. i made a pizza and i think that confirmed my gluten allergy. i walked the brooklyn bridge again and now it’s hot like summer, but, not for long.
thesis over, which leaves a strange gaping hole in me. unsure how to fill it, i have turned to checkhov’s short stories. this saturday it hit 60 degrees which meant a euphoric vitamin d trance jittering through my body as i walked alongside the central park reservoir. but now, it’s 34 degrees again.do you believe in acupuncture? i’m getting used to it. on easter sunday i went to new jersey and enjoyed an array of brown foods on a cloudy day with a wonderful americana family, that is what easter is for.
in my hometown in claremont, there’s a bakery called somecrust that, at one stage, i would go to about twice a week. and i often would rotate the pastries i’d order. different times in my life, different months or attitudes, called for a different pastry to more accurately express who i was and my character. double mocha chocolate cookie was a popular one for a time. lemon danish: simple, tart, a little prudish. rasberry pinwheel, always a delight. reminded me of my rosie-cheeked friends and being so hot in california septembers, you sweat under your knees as much as under your arms. at one time in my mid-pubescence i was a solely white-chocolate-macademia-nut cookie girl. i think of that girl who wore more eye make up and wore a push up bra (and i had an even flatter chest then than i have now) and she would be ‘like, totally’ disgraced at the infrequency in which i attend somecrust. today, at think coffee, i wasn’t sure if i wanted a gluten-free blueberry muffin or if i wanted a zucchini loaf. it sounds like such a fucking joke choosing between such things. i ordered my earl grey tea and just put tons of milk and sugar syrup in it and left, wishing i had an apple-cheese danish and embarrassed that i still think of who i am in relation to the sweets i order .