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Mondegreens
A “Mondegreen” is when they play Owner of a Lonely Heart, and you hear “Omar was a lonely horse.” I learned Home, Home on the Range when I was very young. I didn’t know what “seldom” meant when I learned the … Continue reading
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I do the best imitation of myself
A long time ago in New York, I saw Ben Folds Five at a small club in the East Village. I held onto the name of the club for a long time, but my brain has now given up on … Continue reading
So You Think You Can Discuss
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So You Think You Can Dance Redux
[this.blue notes: Sarah originally posted this in comments, but it deserved its own post.] On the sisters: I try to imagine someone in an editing room, considering the story. What’s the story? What production assistant said–keep her, keep the big one. … Continue reading
So You Think You Can Dance
Two sisters audition together. They are black. They’re built with thick hips and strong hands. They dance together, the only couple on the show. They incorporate African dance into their routine. They are easy with each other, best friends, they … Continue reading
Meetings
The politics of scheduling: We do not reschedule. They reschedule on us. Sometimes right before-hand, hours before. The assistants are unfailingly polite, effusive. “We are so sorry.” People in their lives get sick. They themselves get sick. Their excuses are … Continue reading
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Summer Wedding
The three things that I knew about the bride before the wedding: She teaches special needs kids. She went vegan for J. She told a friend that We R Who We R by Ke$ha was her summer anthem, because “everyone … Continue reading
Best Party on Earth
I was at the best party on earth. I danced on the driftwood body of a phoenix the size of a jetliner. Its wings and talons rose out of the earth on either side and they were on fire. Flaming … Continue reading