Friday, June 4, 2010
I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.This Five Star Friday roundup is brought to you by Hug a Half Asian Day, a friendship breakdown, prejudice, avocados, bicycles, high hopes, a lack of windows, the notion of privacy, a doctor's self-revelation, the muck of life, overcoming fear, a great dislike for spooning, illness, and a daughter.
— Joan Didion
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"Have You Hugged a Half Asian Today?" from Motherhood Uncensored:
Being the daughter of a full Chinese woman and a European mixed man was never a big deal until I got into my teen years and it became the world's worst pick-up line ever."The Breakdown of: Friendship" from 10% Fiction
"What are you?"
Your worst fucking nightmare, asshole.
" No Fatties: The Ethic of Funny" from The Cunting Linguist
"My Official Entry In the Unannounced Contest With ExLibris to Produce the Best Possible Blog Entry on Avocados" from In Palinode's Palace:
THE TITLE. Carrie Anne hooked my interest with the title "Ideas for Avocados," but she fails to introduce a single philosophical notion or aspect of intellectual history to any avocados in her post. Given the natural intelligence and curiosity of the avocado, this omission is baffling. The avocado on the right in the picture above, for example, has an excellent grasp of the notion of dualism, and the one on the left can give you a concise explanation of some of Kant's thornier ideas. The one in the middle is obviously dead." Teaching Kids to Ride a Bike is No Easy Task" from Mocha Dad
"Big Brother" from 20nothing.com
"E=mc2" from Slouching Past 40:
When Twelve was three years old, he stopped napping during the day. Swiftly I instituted quiet time: one hour in which he'd stay in his room and play with his toys or look at his books. That hour was less for him than it was for me. At least I knew my limits."The Diving Board" from Ministry So Fabulous!
Quiet time lasted for nearly a year, until one Saturday when, heavily pregnant with Eight, I was half-reading, half-napping and heard a noise. I glanced up and startled to see the face of my preschooler peeking around the doorway. Twelve looked like he'd swallowed the canary and the cat, too. He'd never until that moment realized that he could simply open the door to his room and walk out.
"Sisterhood of the Pootushies & Sinful Spooning" from A Blogoddess' Tale
"Ideas and Arms" from B. Hockey J.:
"Beyond" is wrong. There's a place prior to all the ideas you bat around to explain each other. It's the most fucked up mix of scary and awesome because, prior to your ideas, you're able to grasp in a comprehensive way that you don't know shit about shit and I mean nothing — you're fucked — but out of this soil of complete and utter fuckedness blooms the strange flower of knowing you can do whatever the hell you want."Great Expectations" from The Web Log of Corey Lambert
Being fucked and free are connected. Let it blow your mind, smarty pants.
"Dear Mark" from The Misadventures of the Frog Queen
"Gone Are the Teens. (Until We Meet Again.)" from Girl's Gone Child:
...I'll admit, I used to be afraid of all that. Of daughters, especially what it might mean, raising ours here, in this town. Of the pressures and the gamblers and her dreams. Of being yelled at through slammed doors as shoes went missing from closets. Dresses stained from being borrowed - warning her of the dangers of her body. Keeping her young without keeping her from life. Having to choose between telling her the truth about my past or lying to her."Texas" from Hyperbole and a Half
"I never tried drugs. I waited to have sex. My fingers are crossed behind my back.
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