I’m really moved by all the social media talk of helping Haiti today. It’s all over blogs, Twitter, Facebook, the Internet at large.
This is the point of living online.
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All aboard the “bad boy Bobby Brown” train
I used to love reading Overheard in New York when it first launched. The novelty wore off as the conversation snippets seemed more and more similar, ludicrous, or racist.
But these quotes from subway conductors - who definitely say funny stuff sometimes - made me laugh:
Save your hide
Some of our worst problems sneak up on us. They’re freaky little failings no one anticipates. Tiny developments we miss a million times.
My first appointment of 2010 - and the first New Year’s resolution I’ll complete - is a skin cancer screening. I’ll be dressed in a robe and checked from scalp to sole for any suspicious spots.
I’ve needed to do this for awhile. I’m blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and have a family history of skin cancer. I grew up in Texas.
In the last few years, I’ve watched my dad undergo biopsies and chemotherapy to treat his skin cancer. He’s had chunks of his face removed. Pieces of his arms, his nose, his neck.
As seen in Schmap New York and Chicago editions
Two of my photos were recently selected for inclusion in Schmap New York and Chicago editions.
Schmap publishes digital, mobile-ready travel guides for 200 destinations throughout the U.S., Europe, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.
No more walking around with a map, looking like a doofus with a lot of cash.
Reading and riding
One of my favorite things about NYC is that people read more here. You need something to do on your way to work, and listening to your iPod gets old. I plow through at least 52 books a year with the help of the subway, where I spend about an hour a day.
Write in the middle of something
I find myself putting off creative work when it starts to feel like, you know, work.
I love writing when I’m done with it. But it’s work when I’m doing it. It’s quiet and lonely. It hurts my head sometimes.
Then I start thinking of all the other things I need to do before I can work on writing. Usually this involves the sudden, preposterous realization that the world is going to get hit by an asteroid that will wipe out the human race if I don’t organize my hallway closet right now.
She can haz poopy butt
Annie has made her faildogs.com debut!
What a lost cat can teach you about love
A few weeks ago, quite a few literary people were buzzing about Mary Gaitskill’s essay “Lost Cat” in Granta 107. The piece is about well, a lost cat. Her lost cat. And what it made her realize about other relationships she’s lost.
Some people were calling it a tour de force. Others were like, “Dude, it’s a cat.”
But as a person who has wept over an English bulldog until tears froze on my face, I could relate.
The triumphant return of The Life Coach
Back in February 2008, I launched a Tumblr dedicated to Life Coach’s relationship advice. I’d broken up with Cade a month before and was just about to meet a guy who would later be called TBID.
I talk to Life Coach about once a week. He’s given me advice on investments, work, travel, and city life. But we mostly talk about relationships - dating, commitment, passion vs. dedication, and quality time.
A few weeks ago, I thanked him for being there for me, especially through this last breakup.
When does dedication become being a doormat?
We talk of love like it’s some cosmic destination or black hole. We can fall into or out of it. We can live inside it. It permanently alters our universe.
The endeavor’s only a few spacesuits and freeze-dried sandwiches short of NASA.
I recently read a “Modern Love” column from The New York Times that addressed a question dear to my scarred heart: What do you do when someone falls out of love with you?
