Entries Tagged as ‘mommy’

24 February 2008

Everybody’s Coming From The Winter Vacation Taking In The Sun In An Exaltation To You

My grandfather died a week ago. Grandpop grandfather, not Granddaddy one. The funeral was on Wednesday and at a lunch afterwards my father gave a speech. It was mainly about how he liked to fix things. That is what my father said about my grandfather, although this is true of both [...]

11 February 2008

Would You Like To Play Chess Chess Seriously

When Susan Sontag knew she was dying–she knew it without admitting it, somehow–she vowed to not write about what it is to die the way most of us will: slowly. That is, she would not speak on what it is to emigrate to the kingdom of the ill and live there.
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20 December 2007

The Arrogance Of Being Me Without You In My Nothingness

Some weeks ago, a friend asked me to recommend a good bar in my neighborhood. He was looking for somewhere to take his friends from univ. (That’s how he wrote it, univ. If we hadn’t been on the internet I would have pinched his post-colonially anglophilic ass.)

I told him to [...]

10 December 2007

It Has Turned The Color Of Gold

I saw The Savages tonight. On the walk to the theater I called my mother to ask whether or not a week long sinus infection meant I should go to the doctor or just whether I should wait and continue to produce snowstorms of tissues in stomach-turning colors. She said doctor, and asked [...]