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Category Archives: Detritus

Memory-Limited, or, From the Hip

Went running today. My dad, an inveterate marathoner, used to encourage us to note whether we were leg-limited or lung-limited during a given run; it’s only recently that this kind of take on a body has to me seemed limited. In dance class, I am frequently space-limited, back-limited, or arm-limited. Running must be about something […]

The Dancing Sausage Comeback Special

DSWJ not dead; television’s inflated self-importance, while little Coney Island is famous for YOU; premenstrual dysphoria disorder in the arms of the pharmaceuticlappers.

Detritus: Push Me Pull You

Temp agency appointment the other day. Is there some reason that so many temp agencies in this city hire Irish women as receptionists? I would guess it’s the accents, but maybe there’s some network involved. There certainly is one for Irish men in construction and carriage driving in the city. Everything went pretty well… this […]

Detritus: When The Going Gets Weird, The Weird Crawl Into My Mailbag

Yes Men, the Crip Walk ethnography, eBay auctions, Japanese African music aficionados, bad mail from Hampshire’s alumn office and Glamour Magazine, fellow travellers, and a device that helps women pee standing up.

Detritus: It’s Only Ever Detritus When I Go Home And Unclench

ME72, Typing of the Dead, The Handmaid’s Tale, The Hall of Gravitas. Dear Mr. Moglia: Get bent. How’s that for a mixed bag?

Dancing at Diwali: Safety and New York

An afternoon in Jackson Heights; also Bowling for Columbine.

The vacuum non-sequitur.

Detritus for Elokuu

Going to college; The Making of a College; why we don’t crimp and program at the same time; no talking, just head; empty threats and Fred.

Desultory Music Review

At H2K2, there was a guy who addressed peer-to-peer music sharing. (Later, he made a pass at me, and I apologized and said I was taken and gave him my card. Where did he go? silly.) One of the things he kept saying is that we canÂ’t be ashamed of sharing music. WeÂ’re not stealing; […]

Great, it’s not just mouse poop, it’s CORPORATE mouse poop

I love my little sister. She’s come up with the bestest, most cutting-edge advertising campaign *ever*. Herbuveaux: hi SolonsRoz: hey you wanna hear something gross? SolonsRoz: MOUSE TURDS Herbuveaux: mustard SolonsRoz: ALL OVER MY DESK Herbuveaux: ew! Herbuveaux: at home or work? SolonsRoz: HANTAVIRUS! SolonsRoz: work Herbuveaux: not good at all! SolonsRoz: HANTA SolonsRoz: VIRUS […]