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About mirandate

I am trying my hardest to make my happily-ever-after happen right now. I am, improbably, a writer.

My colonialist myopia: One Art, Revisited

Here, I’ll write it, like disaster: Ten years ago today, I left Florida. My time in Florida is tinted with a beautiful technicolor nostalgia of a fading mid-twentieth century paradise that never fully existed, much like the enduring legacy of … Continue reading

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Reboot

I don’t want a bunch of overly-eager and suffocatingly supportive people jumping on me the second I post here. I really don’t. Is it possible to just have an audience of exactly the people you imagine, even if they’re not … Continue reading

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Originally posted on Geek Buffet:
Girlchild, by the improbably-named Tupelo Hassman, is in spite of itself fast becoming my favorite recent novel. I know, how very middlebrow of me. Actually, the technical title is Girlchild: A Novel, but one of…

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Every Love Story is a Ghost Story: A Life of David Foster Wallace by D.T. Max My rating: 2 of 5 stars Ironically, I want to say that my experience reading this book – which I did voluntarily – was … Continue reading

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And now for something completely different…I am too angsty even to post all the angsty shit I actually write here. So! Here is an amusing, possibly too-inspired-by-the-Bloggess’-style-yet-100%-transcribed-verbatim conversation I had with my Marxist Housemate on Friday: I pulled an onion … Continue reading

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detritus and practice

In order to make myself continue to write, today I am not going to open, fuss over, and subsequently discard any of the 15 drafts I have open for this site. Really. 15. Ish. More if I count text files. … Continue reading

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“they say time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take”

At this point in my life, I have lived in exactly two places where merely walking around made every cell in my body feel alive and joyous, where I really felt like being alive mattered, and where I could feel, … Continue reading

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