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Review: Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner
Long-Unclaimed Ashes Finally Receive a Veteran's Burial
"Together Again" by Janet Jackson (aka I love this song and you should too)
Review: Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner
Long-Unclaimed Ashes Finally Receive a Veteran's Burial
"Together Again" by Janet Jackson (aka I love this song and you should too)
Distraction Packed
a digi diary about new-to-me ADD
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Tap Into Your Magic
There’s so much stuff demanding our attention — work, family, lovers, obligations — that sometimes our personal energy stores can feel all but wiped out. Whenever the external jumble starts to eclipse the joy within, I think it’s helpful to remember how very potent you are, just on your own.
It’s easy to forget you’re a magic universe unto yourself. Every second, every day, the 37 trillion cells of your body work in harmony to keep you breathing, walking, thinking, talking, texting, loving, boning. You’ve got trillions of microscopic buddies supporting your consciousness as it makes its way through this physical world....
Perspectives on Motherhood: Too Selfish
... According to figures by the US Department of Agriculture, the cost of raising a child through age 17 for middle-income, married couples comes out to roughly $233,610, excluding the cost of college. I see this figure and quickly calculate what personal expenditures I could enjoy for this amount over the course of 17 years.
That’s 265 flights from New York to Kathmandu (15.5 trips a year!). That’s 2.7 Tesla Model Xs. It’s about enough to buy a one-bedroom co-op apartment in the furthest reaches of Brooklyn (or 10.5 years of rent in a “cool” neighborhood). Each of these options elicits a greater thrill than the thought of responsibly rearing an infant to barely adulthood....
... According to figures by the US Department of Agriculture, the cost of raising a child through age 17 for middle-income, married couples comes out to roughly $233,610, excluding the cost of college. I see this figure and quickly calculate what personal expenditures I could enjoy for this amount over the course of 17 years.
That’s 265 flights from New York to Kathmandu (15.5 trips a year!). That’s 2.7 Tesla Model Xs. It’s about enough to buy a one-bedroom co-op apartment in the furthest reaches of Brooklyn (or 10.5 years of rent in a “cool” neighborhood). Each of these options elicits a greater thrill than the thought of responsibly rearing an infant to barely adulthood....
Sports Bras, Sweat, & Lady Shame
... The air is heavy with the sultriness of the room and dozens of lithe bodies. We begin moving through postures of increasing complexity, hearts pumping, sweat collecting with nowhere to go, evaporation all but impossible. [...] As I contort through the positions, I begin to notice the discomfort of my sports bra, steeping in perspiration, chafing my torso and serving as a growing annoyance. I also begin to more keenly notice the males of the class sweating freely in unfettered glory, all bare backs and nips Vinyasa-flowing under dim light. My clammy bit of unassuming Lycra has become a distraction and a nuisance, at best. At worst, it’s a soggy symbol of inequality, a reminder that I’m restricted from making myself comfortable, simply because I was born with a different style of top flesh than half my perspiring compatriots.....
... The air is heavy with the sultriness of the room and dozens of lithe bodies. We begin moving through postures of increasing complexity, hearts pumping, sweat collecting with nowhere to go, evaporation all but impossible. [...] As I contort through the positions, I begin to notice the discomfort of my sports bra, steeping in perspiration, chafing my torso and serving as a growing annoyance. I also begin to more keenly notice the males of the class sweating freely in unfettered glory, all bare backs and nips Vinyasa-flowing under dim light. My clammy bit of unassuming Lycra has become a distraction and a nuisance, at best. At worst, it’s a soggy symbol of inequality, a reminder that I’m restricted from making myself comfortable, simply because I was born with a different style of top flesh than half my perspiring compatriots.....
TWO-SENTENCE STORIES
Louis told Amelia she had the prettiest hair he'd ever seen. He cut off a piece and took it home.
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A fly buzzed around the water glass. It leapt in.
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The General was concerned about getting stormed by night. A thunderstorm rolled in and he thought, "Hey, that's pretty convenient."
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Samuel went to the store to buy milk. He came home with a new set of knives and a radio.
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Tara bought a colorful bag of gumballs. She traded the gumballs for throwing stars.
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A fly buzzed around the water glass. It leapt in.
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The General was concerned about getting stormed by night. A thunderstorm rolled in and he thought, "Hey, that's pretty convenient."
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Samuel went to the store to buy milk. He came home with a new set of knives and a radio.
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Tara bought a colorful bag of gumballs. She traded the gumballs for throwing stars.