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What That: September 9
heart in a watermelon. I wrote you a letter, ten pages at least. Poured my soul into it, a number of tears too. No idea how long international post takes. I made sure to double-bag it so it won't spill, at least not until it gets to you. I've imagined your reaction to this package. I can see your brow furrow in concentration, ads, bills, and a set of keys tucked neatly behind my note, ignoring the letter opener on your entryway console, finger gliding through the miserably tongued adhesive....
What That: September 2
some possible captions last in, indeterminate out this is funny because it references a method of access that uses a stack, an ordered storage system but this system is most definitely not ordered stack overflow could also be funny for the same reasons (but also a little too obvious, imo) there's a second meaning: stacks are what the location where books are stored in the library is called stacks on stacks there's a stack of books in the picture and again, the library has stacks also, you can...
What That: August 26
god bless the racially ambiguous pancake house. the stars are yellowyonsei can you see?by the VONS blue security light?what’s so proudly we hailed:Uchinaa, Hawaii, LAand our ancestors just beaming,just dreaming.But who’s broad shoulders and bright scarsdid she — sorry — they inherit?Engineering major declared,ignoring workplace stares.But their mortgage, that mortgage,was proof that the dream was still there.(the American one, I mean.)Yonsei does that slur-spangled,self-hating hyphenate yet...
What That: August 19
11:11 ♥; If I were to make a wish, it would be that I would never have to wash anything with a bottle brush again. No, rather, I would wish for a water bottle that would perpetually be clean. God, I HATE washing my water bottles out. How much soap do I put on this brush? And how do I make it lather? Plastic, metal, no matter what kind of bottle I am cleaning, it is always clumsy. The fingers of my left hand encircling as much of the bottle's diameter as possible, the palm of that same...
What That: August 12
I cried on an airplane last week. It wasn't much different from crying on the purple line, (sorry, the D line), not much different from crying on the 4X south bound express, not different from the backseat of mom's red volvo station wagon. I cried on an airplane last week. I couldn't tell you what model the plane was, (it was a boeing plane), couldn't tell you when we became airborne, couldn't say why I cried. I cried on an airplane last week. what what what what is a prompt for you, dear...
What That: July 29
howdy howdy howdy presented without further comment. what what what what is a prompt for you, dear reader, that I ask you to indulge me in. let me waste a little of your time. what hat? what hat is the best hat? what hat is the best hat on you? what hat is the best hat but on someone else? what hat needs to burn in the fires of hell? send me a picture of your hat! Unsubscribe
What That: July 22
we spent the new year cozy. as cozy as one can be in a dimly lit ranch house in the middle of the California desert, staring at a is-that-a-tapestry-or-is-that-the-skin-of-a-small-animal-hung-as-sacrifice-in-this-airbnb. as cozy as one can be in a dimly lit ranch house in the desert with a guestbook boasting of the quantity and variety of lewd acts performed on all parts of the property, illustrative psychedelic-assisted journeys in the living room, the house ghost present in the eyes of the...
What That: July 15
IMPORTANT REMINDER! DO NOT FORGET! The standard for hanging art on a wall is for the geometric center of the piece to sit at 57"- 60" off of the ground. A gallery curator I dated once said this was somewhat bullshit but not really bullshit. Their apartment was filled with priceless original prints that seemed to be at the right viewing height for themself and their ex-girlfriend: both of them approximately 70" tall. My eyes sit at 57" inches off the ground, 4" below the top of my head. I...
What That: July 8
deface/defecate my fingers through your hair, tress passing. windows of childhood roadtrip ennui, trees passing. the College Board Advanced Placement tests, threes passing. melodies on forbidden acres, trespass sing. a trio of lovers, left on read, three's past sting. that trio of lovers, moments before expiration, three's last fling. one last thing! don't poop on my lawn. Thanks everyone who responded to last week's survey! I have a couple of ideas for this newsletter brewing but for now...
What That: July 1
A real instance in which 10 pounds* of pinecone could possibly come hurtling towards an unsuspecting head is something that would make a high school physics teacher salivate. While I remember nothing of how to calculate anything worth knowing about this hypothetically unpleasant situation, I will always remember one piece of knowledge my own high school physics teacher imparted upon us. The class was comprised mostly of seniors and so following, Mr. Spalding, or more affectionately, Spaldo,...
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