the Nixionary

It’s weird to move out of your house when you’re still living in it. This is what happens every year. Luke leaves for Alaska, and I bounce between my house or a friend’s or my parents’, depending on the night, depending on how much I’d like to be alone. This year is especially odd. My [...]

I should be working on my thesis. Instead, I made tea and filled a bath, started reading Orhan Pamuk’s Istanbul–a book about a city made of memories, photographs, and unused rooms. Unlike most writers who seem to go to the most incredible places en route to some story, Pamuk has never left Istanbul. Lives in [...]

At the Lighthouse blog for why I cried the other night:
Cloudy with a Chance of Crying

…but didn’t have time for in the last few weeks:
1. My Indian dermatologist, Suma, says our brains contain a map of all our experiences and we refer to that map to get to each next place. She taps my toes, indents my calves, skims my hairline and sternum with her fingertip. The paper tears gently [...]

Nevermind that I woke up at 4:19 this morning. Today was a good day. After mailing off another set of errors to earn my degree, I had all day today to do whatever I wanted. I wanted to wake up at 6:30 or 7 but pre-4:30 gave me a few hours to just lie there [...]