the thing about houston is

that it is really fucking humid. my hair has never been filled with so many secrets in its twenty-one years.

Oscar Wilde tells the truth once again

I have known several Jacks, and they all, without exception, were more than usually plain. Besides, Jack is a notorious domesticity for John! And I pity any woman who is married to a man called John.

-Gwendolyn, The Importance of Being Earnest

engraftment failure

There seems to be a pink suede elephant in the world and no one is allowed to talk about it.
Since I, however, have no regard for Internerd authority–I am going to say it: Mandy Moore is nowhere near cool enough nor smart enough to be dating Ryan Adams. I don’t know that I really [...]

taking ernie to a new level

Even ole Hemingway would be impressed with the minimalist I’ve become in the past three years. In addition to formulating short sentances and excluding the flowers of rhetoric I used to insert here and there in everyday conversation, I’ve now begun to not even greet the people in the Walter lab unless they say hello to  me [...]

last night when i saw radiohead

i experienced true love and nearly died.

modelizers are real

This weekend I accidentally attended some sort of Alive Magazine event, a loathesome misfortune in case you didn’t know.
St. Louis has quickly become the pathetic, determined-little-sister attempt at being cool–meaning feigning a ’scene’. Seconds after giving the valet unnecessarily specific instructions on how to open the hummer door to avoid ripping the whole thing off, I was [...]

if these walls could speak

In an elevator at the Siteman Cancer Center today, I was trying to get from the 6th floor of the southwest tower to the main floor when this happened.
I was relieved to see that the elevator was empty when the doors opened on the 6th floor because I have a terrible tendency to say the [...]