Posts Tagged: life

When People Say Funny Things When Animals Attack

I go to sometimes in the hopes that something terrible has happened that might provide me with a good excuse to stop working for a moment. I am rarely thus rewarded. That said, I did buy myself a few moments of happiness today with this video of a Maine man being attacked by a moose:

The best part of the video was when the man says, "The only thing that I could think of was what I could put between myself and the moose." Not only did I laugh out loud, I wondered if this line was in fact funnier than the last funny thing I heard after an [...]


Your Own Private Dungeon

I've just started looking for a new apartment and it's going really well.


The True Detective Emoji Puzzle

Previously: "I think we can do the whole show in emoji"






More Men I Might Regret Sleeping With Were It Not For the Music They Introduced Me To

Part FOUR: The Notwist

(Read parts 1-3 here.)

hurt feelings : listening pleasure = 1 : 7

It was 2005 when I moved to a small, East Coast town for law school and began exploring the mate-finding potential of the Internet. My classmates made for an instant but insular peer group, and field trips to bars yielded nothing of promise. I ended more than a few evenings assessing the tiny pool of local eligible bachelors from the safety of my own bed, doing zip code and interest searches for men of a certain age on Friendster. Although I wasn’t sure what to [...]


Song for the Special

Excerpted from The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories, a posthumous collection by Marina Keegan, who was killed in a car accident in May 2012.

*Every generation thinks it's special—my grandparents because they remember World War II, my parents because of discos and the moon. We have the Internet. Millions and billions of doors we can open and shut, posting ourselves into profiles and digital scrapbooks. Suddenly and totally, we're threaded together in a network so terrifyingly colossal that we can finally see our terrifyingly tiny place in it. But we're all individuals. It's beaten into us in MLK Day assemblies (one person can make a [...]


Kelis, "Breakfast"

I have returned from the land of breakfast tacos and 70-degree weather (Austin! What a town!) and I just wanna say, all of you living in cities where porches and breakfast tacos are normal and expected and a part of your everyday life, you've really figured things out and I'm very happy for you. For breakfast today: this wonderful new Kelis track, which she performed at SXSW last week at NPR Music's Stubb's showcase. Her album, Food, is due out in late April.

Some other highlights, very briefly: at Fader Fort, SZA, who told the crowd last year she was "homeless" in Austin and couldn't even get into any venues, [...]


True Detective in Emoji

Logan Sachon and I have been busy.


10 Things I Learned From Editing Obituaries for Two Years

I recently wrapped up a two-year gig writing and editing for my university alumni magazine. Class notes and obituaries are the bread-and-butter of alumni magazines, and editing them is often a thankless role. At 10,000+ words, or approximately 250 dead people per issue, a strong stomach—for grief of the emotional and copy-editing varieties—is a necessity. This means obits generally get relegated to the youngest person on staff. Obits are one of the most-read sections of alumni magazines, and editing them is by far the least sexy job. Often it felt like this part of the production process would never end (if you think about it, it doesn’t), and mostly I [...]


"I enjoyed listening to Madonna."

If you combine Mental Floss's "10 Rejection Letters Sent to Famous People" with Choire's Joan Didion Publication Timeline from a few years back, some version of serenity falls over you for about 27 seconds, and then it passes. But, hey, savor those 27 seconds. [Mental Floss]


How I Found Out I Didn't Have the Herpes I'd Been Living With for Four Years

This story is an update to this story, published here in April 2012.

Six months ago, I sat waiting in my gynecologist’s exam room chair, fully clothed and wishing I were anywhere else. At that particular moment, I’d even have preferred being naked and spread-eagled on the paper-lined bed. It’s not true what they say about the stirrups being the worst part of the ladyparts exam room: it’s the chair. Once you’re clothed and in the chair, it means you’re there to talk.

You never forget your first time debriefing with your gynecologist. Mine was four years ago, at age 22, when I sat crumpled in a chair [...]