my dad calls aaron that. it's meant to be ironic. the kid moves so slowly, you'd swear sometimes he was going backwards. he can take hours to finish a meal. every night, i have to sit there and remind him to chew, to take the next bite. so it's no wonder that in the mornings, we have the school bus out front with the angry driver laying on the horn and me inside roaring, 'MOOOOOOVE!' even then, aaron's all, 'lalalalaaaa.'
so yesterday, i go upstairs at 6 and flip on their light, only for aaron to stumble out of bed fully dressed wearing socks and shoes. 'a present for you hannah,' he said trundling by me to the door. 'i got dressed last night so i wouldn't be late.'
also, WHOOOOO!!! check it out! a mamie reading/interview!!! it's priceless. piano fade-ins, sincerity... you don't want to miss it.
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That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.
The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You
That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.
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- You have 3 minutes staaaarting... NOW!!!
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- a century of nerve
- a momentary lapse of reason
- accidental southern belle
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- blurbomat
- cue this
- dispatches from the pine woods
- dooce
- george singleton
- jayslacks
- kay in l.a.
- life of the west side
- literary, patriotic, and stupid thoughts from barcelona
- my evil heart
- nothing but hat's
- oopsie daisy
- plight of the troubadour
- poet hussy
- sally's druthers
- the (mis)adventures of pen & m
- the gotham frugal
- the growler's speakeasy
- the heaviest bike
- the peneloccupation
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3 comments:
The woman introducing Mamie sounds like she's on the verge of laughter. I mean, she should be, but come on, hide a little better than that.
Coda.
we've got a great show for you listeners today. alec baldwin will be visiting us and there's bound to be a heated discussion about wild mushrooms and risotto.
oh, i feel much better -- a mamie poem. wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
also: i remember that poem from mike white's class. i was in love with it. i was in love, at least, with my theory of it. actually, no, i was in love with it -- thus, you're wrong. (when did mike white ever say anything was horrible? oh, never.)
back to listening to mamie's metaphors, which are brilliant.
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