| Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 |
| 9:53 am |
november reading log
the old curiousity shop - charles dickens who's your daddy? and other writings on queer parenting - ed. rachel epstein |
| Monday, November 23rd, 2009 |
| 10:27 am |
november reading log
the nearest exit may be behind you - s. bear bergman dicey's song - cynthia voigt |
| Friday, November 20th, 2009 |
| 5:56 pm |
november reading log
how picturebooks work - maria nikolajeva and carole scott the ruby in the smoke - philip pullman homecoming - cynthia voigt |
| Thursday, November 19th, 2009 |
| 9:16 am |
november reading log
me talk pretty one day - david sedaris make your place: affordable, sustainable nesting skills - raliegh briggs |
| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 |
| 12:13 am |
Alanna: The First Adventure
Lioness Rampant - Tamora Pierce |
| Thursday, November 5th, 2009 |
| 9:29 am |
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| Monday, November 2nd, 2009 |
| 2:34 pm |
november reading log
The Essential DTWOF - Alison Bechdel Where the Wild Things are - Maurice Sendak Outside Over There - Maurice Sendak |
| Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 |
| 12:52 pm |
lynda barry's "what it is"
- worried about your book? - oh, there's my book, the war, the laundry, things i said 15 years ago, the environment, my double chin, unanswered mail, what an ass i am, what a dirty house we have -- and i've had "goodbye yellow brick road" playing in my head for *days*. . . what about *you*? - oh, for me it's tornadoes, family, all the wood i still need to cut, and then there's a kind of k-tel collection of my 25 greatest screw-ups of all time. i replay that one a lot. - man, i *know*! i'm still cringing about stuff i said when i was *nine*. - walking *does* make me feel better - movement is key. - i wonder why? |
| Thursday, October 8th, 2009 |
| 9:37 pm |
The whole time I was there, I looked at him and waited for him to stop breathing and die. |
| Monday, October 5th, 2009 |
| 5:42 pm |
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| Friday, September 11th, 2009 |
| 4:10 pm |
there are 10 kind of people in the world: those who understand binary, and those who don't. |
| Thursday, September 10th, 2009 |
| 7:16 pm |
there are three kinds of people in the world: those who can count, and those who can't. |
| Tuesday, September 8th, 2009 |
| 12:13 pm |
well, ain't that just pretty? |
| Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 |
| 7:58 pm |
this is no place for an entomologist |
| Thursday, August 27th, 2009 |
| 10:19 am |
please do not judge the fish |
| Thursday, August 13th, 2009 |
| 11:04 pm |
oh. thanks for saving me like $32,000. i owe you a beer. ::::)))) |
| Thursday, July 30th, 2009 |
| 9:51 am |
"I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this." "What is 'this'?" Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing. |
| Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009 |
| 12:40 pm |
What do you get if you cross a sheep with a kangaroo? A woolly jumper. |
| Wednesday, July 15th, 2009 |
| 3:03 pm |
Scattered leaves don't lie Aw' now baby, baby, quit your cryin' Like everything that ever mattered, scit-scat scattered Like every love word you heard But that's just the way when you walk your days In the beauty of this world |
| Wednesday, June 24th, 2009 |
| 11:51 am |
What are you doing? [. . .] Here? At this table? Talking to me. Like we're some kind of talking buddies. |
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