'fessing up

Friday, December 1, 2023

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"Your life's ambition achieved," ElectricPotatohead says when I tell him I now live in London. Incisive and reductive, just ho...
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Tuesday, February 8, 2022

A short month of historical revisionism

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Every second day brings a reverberation of something that had already occurred. Something that had already been resolved or, at the very lea...
Wednesday, November 11, 2015

A guide to your 20s

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Watching England play football is an act of sado-masochism. I now have a genuine reason to support them, even if Steven Gerrard is no longe...
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Friday, October 10, 2014

Outside There's a Boxcar Waiting

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I fell in love twice the summer I turned 13. With two teenage brothers whose names rhymed. I fell in love simultaneously with their identica...
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Don't Please, Don't Change A Thing

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New York, sometimes you feel so close to me that I could almost reach out and touch you. And sometimes, you feel like a mirage, a hallucin...
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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

A Number One

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I suppose it was inevitable that I would one day find myself living in New York City. I seem to meet all important landmarks in my life with...
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

BAPE

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My bathtub is clogged. Sometimes, it takes over thirty minutes to drain completely, leaving shower gel residue around the rim of the drain. ...
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Saturday, October 22, 2011

For the desired effect, could you come back August or June.

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One of my many bad habits (including but not limited to cuticle-harassment, chain smoking, regularly contributing to the Alexander Wang caus...
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

'Head Clutch' is the desi version of 'Face Palm'

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You took the weather with you. In what was clearly an attempt to draw a bit of romance (the bad type) and pain (the good type) from the alre...
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Monday, April 18, 2011

Suck It And See

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It isn't cold anymore. I wear sandals on weekends. But tonight, there was a chill in the air as I walked the never-ending walk to my tra...
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