October 2010
10 posts
46. you're always clinging to cliches, she said.... →
When I was in my twenties, I had a huge crush on Carl Steadman. We had an occasional, on-off correspondence. We were actually perfectly suited for each other: short bursts of overwhelming intimacy followed by long bouts of quiet. And there was fanservice, too: I remember chatting with him about Ready Steadman Go before it launched and, best ever, he sent me the prototypes for a postal-mail sequel...
Love gradient.
The book says “…since prehistoric times.”
So you say “…since the beginning”
But I say “…since the dawn of time.”
Notes during flight
Subjects to consider and document:
Distraction (on plane, listening to Frontline, watching The Office on monitor, impossible to focus on one) things that are “bad” for us but feel good. Evolution is going to happen — rather than outlawing or criticizing those who txt while driving, address the root cause, what’s the need /pleasure. The factor of being overwhelmed. If the Internet exists, who...
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The concierge knocks, waits. A minute or so passes but he doesn’t move. Another minute, then Allison opens the door. She looks a good five, ten years older than the last time he saw her.
“You done crying?” he asks.
“Yes,” she says. “Forever.”
“This came for you,” he says, handing her a second envelope.
She slices it open with a fingernail, examines the ticket inside. She says: “Looks like...
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Damn. I’m getting some pretty incredible Asks. This one was so good that I’ll only quote the pertinent part, so that the rest can stay a secret just between us two. I’ll respond to the other part later, in my way. But for now, the question:
Regardless…the better you are at fantasy, the loftier ‘goals’ you set, and the more dissatisfied you end up being with...
