January 2012
10 posts
A List of Don'ts for Women on Bicycles circa 1895... →
Don’t be a fright.
Don’t faint on the road.
Don’t wear a man’s cap.
Don’t wear tight garters.
Don’t forget your toolbag
Don’t attempt a “century.”
Don’t coast. It is dangerous.
Don’t boast of your long rides.
Don’t criticize people’s “legs.”
Don’t wear loud hued leggings.
Don’t cultivate a “bicycle face.”
Don’t refuse assistance up a hill.
Don’t wear clothes that don’t fit.
Don’t...
December 2011
15 posts
November 2011
3 posts
October 2011
1 post
THE LAST BROADCASTER POST | RIP PHILLY BROADCASTER
SUBDUING HICCUPS
BY BRITTANIE STERNER Appropriately, I drink a beer while probing whether or not I’m afflicted with minute alcoholism because of my job. Of course, I’m drinking the beer in a pub by my apartment because the pub offers free (or beer-priced) wi-fi, and despite the astronomical amount of money I might make this season from toasty, merry customers (see: last week’s article), ...
September 2011
3 posts
August 2011
1 post
WatchTOM WAITS - I DON’T WANT TO GROW UP
July 2011
6 posts
some dada to be read out loud
fob measures a fool out for cotillion stress and dress making for paper prancing invalids. we shower in the creeks of forgiveness with slip fish and braces. we sparkle in the leeks, make bongo bread in the cabbage rows, rust gone taken over the bloomed out windows. none to be measured fast like the cartwheel marriage down south heavy breathing and stop for no one plenty nuns swimming naked.
it...
thatkindofwoman:
A cover of Bob Dylan: Buckets...
The Frenemy.: Let Go →
thefrenemy:
of:
people who don’t call you, the t-shirt from the ex, the insecurities about the way you dance, or sing, the shoes you’ve had in your closet for 6 years and are so raggedy but they still fit, that nagging feeling you’ll die alone.
that one time somebody called you ugly, that one time you got…
all of a sudden i felt my body moving inside
June 2011
2 posts
in the morning
I get into work and take one of my Indian bangles off so they don’t jangle together, and I make some coffee and read a poem by Billy Collins.
Japan
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape again and again. I walk through the house reciting it and leave its letters falling through the air of every...
April 2011
6 posts
Do not Consider Adulthood. Consider, instead,...
To Those Considering Adulthood: Caress adulthood slowly. Do not take her like an unknown lover on a Saturday night. Do not charge her, make her a woman she is not, put makeup on her, put little lies in the cove of her brain. Do not preemptively remind her of her existence. Do not bully her. Do not trust her entirely, and remind her that so many—so many!—have come before her. Let her...
NOW THE MOUNTAINS ARE DANCING, THE MOUNTAINS
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
when faces called flowers float out of the ground and breathing is wishing and wishing is having- but keeping is downward and doubting and never -it’s april (yes,april;my darling)it’s spring! yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be yes the little fish gambol...
March 2011
8 posts
Reasons to Hate March / April not being the...
1. March I’m Going Madness
I work in an unnaturally narrow ship-shaped tavern with a TV to cubic feet ratio of ten to one. It’s skinny. Fill with open-mouthed, unresponsive, belligerents with an unexplained obsession with the elaborately organized system of college sports; “I need you to put Duke on screen two and Temple on screen 8 and I need you to serve me from behind so as...
