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Blogger Girl

I had lost so many hours to Wordpress, and what had I gained?

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February: Raccoons and Salmon

Raccoon by bigcypressnps on Flickr

Mary Oliver’s poetry works in implicit contrast with our daily underestimation of the world.

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Notes on Direct Action

Protestors holding hands

If you’re on every channel, they can’t pretend you don’t exist.

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Mapping a Country

Keke Napep in Nigeria

Am I cutting myself? Does the country hurt much? Why are you crying?

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Hyperreality: The Battle at Play

ipad dream by lancesh on flickr

With screens mediating their worlds, kids tend to interact less and less with nature.

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This’ll Be the Day That I Die

Don McLean American Pie

The lyrics were incomprehensible to me at the time, but I knew even then that I wanted to be Miss American Pie.

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On Stuff

Pile of clothes

I feel like I’m in an abandoned Marshalls warehouse.

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Character Arcs for a Neoliberal World

Housing Blocks courtesy Karl-Ludwig Poggemann on Flickr (hinkelstone)

This is what neoliberalism wants, a prisoner’s dilemma on macro scale.

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Balderdash

Balderdash definition

You could sense our tongues at the corners of our mouths as our pencils paused over the small squares of paper before us.

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Instructions for When It’s Too Late

Central Park Runner - photo by mckaysavage on Flickr

You have never thought of yourself as someone who is embarrassed by her body—you’re a college athlete!—but you will be, intensely so.

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Stranger on the Seine

Photo by Micah McCrary

Normally my being black makes my being American complicated, but in Paris I found myself perhaps saved by my nationality, by a particular foreignness, with my blackness possibly somewhat overlooked.

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Where It Grows

uterus

I’m standing in the grocery store balancing cloves of garlic in either hand. They are for my vagina.

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Certifiable

Skid Row

I was a seemingly innocuous, privately neurotic, stone-broke girl seeking hiatus from the soul-sucking world of fine art, writing, coolly inebriated boys and waitressing.

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Ira Levin’s Creepy Valentine: Rosemary’s Baby and the Power of Place

Rosemary's Baby book cover

Rosemary’s Baby entered my life at the same time as my growing awareness of the power and mystery of place.

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Custerism (A Manifesto of Doubt)

Activist holding sign

I write this to you because I wonder if we can ever overcome what we are: prototypical comfortable liberals with radical pretensions.

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