July 2011
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being an advanced non-native speaker is like wearing a strap-on; there’s no verbal innervation to direct you as you frantically prod and pull amid a growing sense of panic. you aim for solemn and end up ludicrous.
(that pretty well describes my respective lives in Moscow and Vancouver. the latter is an ongoing linguistic act of sadomasochism, “BUT! at least i have a cock!”;...
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confessional
i used to have an imaginary playmate around the age of 3. the kid was so good at keeping me happy that i only got around to making friends with people living outside my head in junior high school. i’d never heard of anyone else having an imaginary friend until i started teaching preschoolers and a peer teacher from britain introduced me to charlie and lola.
(fast forward to 6:36, at which...
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you can’t possibly
Jean Cocteau was born on this day in 1889.
The epitaph on his gravestone set in the floor of the chapel reads: “I stay with you” (“Je reste avec vous”).
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i have this recurring fantasy
of sneaking into strangers’ homes while they are out and taking mental snapshots of their hidden lives.
(from Rania Matar’s A Girl And Her Room project)