One night she said, “I want it,” and so she took it. The next she said, “I know you need it,” and so she gave it. The last she said, “What was it?” and left taking all, taking nothing.
Today, a man in the lower El station was frightening strangers. He’d scream “Boo!” at every lone woman who walked by with her head down.
1/4 cup lemon juice concentrate, 2 teaspoons chicken flavor instant bouillon, 1 7oz package of pasta, 1 lg tomato, 4 cups thinly sliced lettuce
Hyde Park—where there are almost as many gang shootings as Nobel Prizes given away.
6428 #3, North
Once I went to a bar at a Holiday Inn in some beach town, and there was a bride in her gown dancing alone, no groom in sight.
Beatles- In My Life
Saturday the 15th, 4 pm, Eye Doctor
Each part of Spain has a different dialect of Spanish—(don’t forget that)
Character names: Toby. Palmer.
1-get wrapping paper, 2- get box, 3- get gift
My hair seems extra bushy as of late.
— Scott Russell Sanders, Secrets of the Universe
Sarah Larson remembers Casey Kasem: http://nyr.kr/1q2qldc
“Unconcerned by cool, and possibly unaware of what cool was, he was a clean-cut, sweater-wearing authority, somewhere between disc jockey and anchorman.”
Photograph: The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty.
Tuesday, February 28, 1950. My new plans for March: soon as I get my money, I’ll join the morning club at the Y and work out almost every weekday. Also, black coffee (no cream and sugar); chinning from the door (which has no real grip, so I can only do ten or eleven or twelve); and less sleep. I’ve been getting fat and lazy. Time for action, time for a new life, my real life. I’ll be twenty-eight in two weeks. Two meals a day instead of three. Much travelling. No stagnation. No more sorrows! No more metaphysical awe! Action … speed … grace … Go! Writing from true thoughts instead of stale rehashes. I’m going to express more and record less in “On the Road.”
From Kerouac’s old journals, via the New Yorker.