I told Ellen at a taco place that she needed to chew her ice after she finished her water.
“It’s a tradition,” I said.
“You know how I feel about tradition,” she said. “You keep that shit at home,” and it was one of the more profound things I’d heard in a while.
If only…
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As I walked out of my yoga studio today, the guy from the pizza shop next door on his cigarette break said to me today, “Shit man, you do yoga? Are you like all flexible and shit? Can you like, bend over and make fart noises with your mouth on your belly?”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes I can.”
“Awesome man.”
“Yes,” I said. “It’s really awesome.”
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I was getting a new phone number assigned to me recently. I told the operator that my brother was a little slow and I needed something easy to remember in case anything came up. My number now: 234.3455.
Sorry bro.
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counting days is like
snapping one’s fingers -
every autumn passes like a dream.
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Here’s a small ensemble piece I composed for the Cygnus Ensemble performed in 2008 in New York. Enjoy!
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ellen told me i needed to update with something.
“just take a photo booth picture,” she said, and went back to her geography text.
then she fell asleep.
… i followed through.
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I bought the fancy orange juice at the grocery store today, the one in the glass bottle that isn’t from concentrate.
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night to get my oj fix. Groggy, I reached into the fridge, reached for the glass bottle, and instead chugged down eight ounces of our month old white wine we keep for cooking. And yes, it was eight ounces before my half asleep self realized it wasn’t orange juice.
I shrugged. It’ll help me sleep.
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The Chicago Bears fight song was written in 1941 and is still played after every time the Bears score, even on safeties.
The composers second most remember song, “If I knew you were comin’, I’d a baked a cake.”
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I was telling Ellen that yesterday, I hadn’t eaten all day and I had to run a whole bunch of errands and didn’t have time to stop, and barely had any cash in my wallet and just needed something quick before work. There was a Taco Bell right next to where I work so I ducked inside. The had a plastic thing on the counter where you could donate money to some charity, but if you caught your donation on the little plastic circle, you’d win a free taco, drink, or meal, depending on if you caught a nickel, dime or quarter. I dropped my quarter in, and won myself a taco salad.
Ellen asked me, “Was it good?!”
I said, “No. It tasted like improv acting classes in 7th grade”
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I remember sneaking up to the attic when my parents slept with their door closed. I’d pull the bed out that the couch turned into and would flop, flipping from side to side, a king in his luxurious court, presiding over all of himself.
And then there was the time Philip came in and my flopping stopped. I’d been caught. Even the squirrels who would rustle back and forth on the roof throughout the night, they stopped too. He looked at me and said he was going out, that he wanted someone to know, just in case, he said. And I said to come home soon or Who cares what you do? I don’t remember which.
And I heard him creak down the stairs on all the ones I knew to avoid and felt the summer night creep in through the window as I heard his footsteps outside.
I was barely awake when he came back an hour later, smelling of lake water and the fullness of a lived summer night.
He came to say goodnight, but this time the crickets were louder than his steps. He sat next to me on the bed, dipping me toward his warm wet weight as the mattress creaked.
“I’ll have to show you stars sometime,” he said to me.
Here’s the thing though: I’ve always been much more cautious.
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