It’s not like I have a crush on you and instead of writing my five-paragraph essay I am sailing paper airplanes across the room at you– it’s not that I can’t wait for the lunch bell to see your face again. It’s not like that. Not exactly. — “The Flight of the Reader,” Billy Collins

i am like a little kid on christmas morning: i have so many new toys and i don’t know which one i should play with first. my lomo camera, my wireless dsl, my scanner. i’m even excited to line the shelves of my new vintage dresser!

there could be far worse things than gazing lovingly at … a sketchbook. right? …right?

if i were a teenage girl, i wouldn't waste my time on N'Sync or The Backstreet Boys. the real action is with sondre lerche. at the tender age of 19, this norwegian wonder puts all the manufactured teeny bopper pop stars to shame. faces down is filled with jangly, tingly melodies that remind me a […]

the boy at the coffeehouse wore a knit cap and a plaid shirt. he worked studiously on an old-skool ibook, shaking his right leg. a nervous habit. a twitch. an endearing one. when i sneezed, a sneeze that shook the table and bounced off the walls, he turned, looked me straight in the eye and […]

as usual, i'm late to jump on the bandwagon of the flaming lips lovers. my friend miha gave me a copy of Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots and i am really digging it. how could i have ignored this band for so long? the bandwagon just peeled around the corner and i'm running as fast […]

how did i ever live without DSL? i am in nerd heaven.

Give me 5 minutes, and I’ll stalk your site. Here are the latest greatest people, places and things that have a hold on my heart (in no apparent order): (in no apparent order) – dooce – whygodwhy – katejinx – not martha – get crafty message boards – paranoidgirl – the onion – ask frenchie […]

whitechocolatespaceegg is perfect singing at the top of your lungs in your car with the window rolled down music. and, just my luck, i am in liz phair's vocal range.

back in my puppy love stage with the internet — before it became a fullblown, mad, passionate affair as it is now — i obsessively stalked lowbrow.com, a site where users, simply, submit stuff. stuff, or as they call it, the “best user submitted content about scraping the bottom.” i liked it because it was […]