mixtape 4: 80s redux
In 1983, when I was three years old, I told my mother that Duran Duran was my favorite band and that I was in love with Knight Rider’s David Hasselhoff. While this doesn’t give me supreme cultural ownership over the...
Read Moreletters. to my FACE.
I know this is hardly an original concept, but eh. Sometimes I have to quit trying to be all perfect and just write something, anything, and hit publish. Mmkay? Mmkay. ********* Dear husband, Really? Is it really necessary to...
Read Moremixtape 3: i’m just wondering where you’ll sleep tonight
In a shining example of all that is good, pure, and holy about this here process of music-sharing, last week I fell in love with a band on Dana’s playlist named Beach Fossils. I’d never heard them before, yet I...
Read Morewait for it
Lately, I have a real thing for hummus. I cannot get enough of it. I desire it with the heat of a trillion fiery suns. I want to fill a kiddie pool and marinate myself in a hummus bath. If I could inject it directly into my...
Read Moremixtape 2: a study in frustration
Okay. First off, let me preface this post by saying that WordPress.com blocks embedding except from a select few whitelisted websites, of which Mixpod isn’t one. I tried all sorts of code to trick it WordPress into...
Read Morethe true patriot
On Monday night, I stopped into Nordstrom. I was out browsing for a black clutch to use at a foncy wedding1 I’m attending this weekend, and I figured it couldn’t hurt to check out Nordstrom’s wares. Turns out...
Read Moremixtape 1: but i’m a creep
I wanted to get on board with this Mixtape Masters thing last week, when Angie and Ashley first kicked off this music-sharing effort, but at the time I was up to my eyebrows in a catalog deadline. No more. So. A few short days...
Read Morelove and support
Last night we went to a wedding, and the beau proceeded to get kinda… toasty. I brought him home and put him to bed, and while I was finishing up in the bathroom we had the following exchange: Me: “I feel guilty for...
Read Morefirst wave feminism, birth of
Shortly after they were married, my parents went over to my grandparents’ house one Friday night for dinner. My mom and her mother set plates of food down on the table for the men, then busied themselves straightening up...
Read Moregratitude on nearing 30
When I was 20, I was living in a white duplex with 2 other students. One day, I wrote “You ain’t gotta be in jail to be doin’ time”1 on the whiteboard in the kitchen — the whiteboard where we usually...
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