November 2010
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Things I Do Not Understand And Definitely Am Not...
Whether or not I like the poem on page 37 of this week’s New Yorker.
Things I Do Not Understand And Definitely Am Not...
There was a kite and a beach and a family and a fight, and there was a cab, and it was out of place, and it made them laugh, a little.
Things I Do Not Understand And Definitely Am Not...
We are, right now, on our way to a wedding.
Things I Do Not Understand And Definitely Am Not...
Something about a soundproof booth.
Something about sitting in the front seat.
Something about one-shouldered shirts and two-and-a-half piece suits.
Something about waiting for the weather.
Something about voices shaking. And cobblestone.
Something about tonight smells like the bottle of shampoo we bought in the supermarket in Italy the week we had to share a shower with the strangers who...
Things I Do Not Understand And Definitely Am Not...
She is the type of girl who is capable of baking a quiche and forgetting it on the subway.
She baked it and wrapped it, but it was still too hot for her to hold for too long, so she put the tinfoil-covered dish down on the seat while she stood during her morning commute.
The car wasn’t crowded, so she didn’t feel bad taking the space.
She didn’t feel anything at all, actually, until after...