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the machine that is mo-omle

Thursday, April 16, 2009

c l i c k = paint a d s = pants Have you noticed my new donate button? Yet another attempt at making this writing thing more viable. And well, the Machine that is Mo-omle (if you know what I mean) kicked me out of their pants program. I feel a mixture of shame [...]

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suffering as performance ART

Thursday, June 12, 2008

This post is a tribute to my father who leaves for Bolivia today. Every week at my writing workshop, my teacher, Terrie, has us put things on the altar—a tradition she lifted from her mentor. Normally I’m not prepared for this moment, so I end up with something really lame. Like one time I put [...]

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i am the midnight lab fairy!

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Last night I was Simon’s midnight lab fairy . We had some urgent business with enzymes. But first we had to conquer the skunk that was blocking our path on the way to the lab. It was a passive operation—conquering the skunk who makes his home on the UCR campus, adjacent to the pedestrian pathway. [...]

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one, two, three, four…tell me that you love me more

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

1. I’m looking at my hand as I type (left hand is catching my eye), and I am shocked at how old it looks; it looks like the hand of an ancient person. I am absolutely serious. My right hand, on the other hand (ha, ha), looks youthful and full of life, or as the [...]

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