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Building 29
When I first visited UC Irvine, I was already committed to going to grad school there. I thought I should take a look around. We drove down from Los Angeles for the afternoon and spent the entire time lost. Irvine, … Continue reading
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Index
End of the quarter: 9 days from now Hours on the train: 2 Hours commuting: 4 Hours out of the house: 11.5 Predicted height of stack of student portfolios: 2.5’ Number of things in the media that made me cry: … Continue reading
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A Defining Moment
Dear K., I saw a picture of you online. You were getting arrested at Occupy Wall Street. Do you remember the night in Boston when you tried to convince me to drive with you to the protests in Seattle? A … Continue reading
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Match point
Scotch after dinner vs. swimming laps at dawn. The moment the sky turns gray-pink like the underbelly of a river dolphin and the fluorescent lights around the pool switch off vs. the moment the hot water hits my skin in … Continue reading
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Saudade
Here is our trip to Brazil: We rent out a whole pousada in Buzios, near the beach. At night we walk up and down the one cobblestoned street, to see and be seen. We wear tube tops and big necklaces … Continue reading
Sunset at Dawn
Friday is bright, with cumulus clouds piling over the mountains, the kind of light that makes you notice things. I notice that an actor has just plastered the telephone poles in my neighborhood with black and white postcards of his … Continue reading
Insomnia
Track 1) The brain is grooved. It is like the needle won’t lift and go to the next track. Track 2) Will H. even recognize record players? I remember the smell of my father’s LPs in the credenza in the … Continue reading
Dear 17 Year-old Self,
The fictional American version of high school inhabited by Molly Ringwald and Andrew McCarthy and John Cusack simply does not exist. I know this is hard for you to hear. But you will never wake up and just be Samantha … Continue reading
Drive All Night
I used to want to check out every diner up and down NY-22 and I-90. I remember one that rose up off an embankment as you came around a bend, a curve of silver windows like the hull of a … Continue reading