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>hiya. remember me? i, like, all went and done grew up. can you believe it? my first completed pair of socks ever. these haven’t been my first socks i’ve attempted mind you. merely the first completed pair (as opposed to a loner, or an eternal WIP, or inches of circulation-cutting stitches.) how’d i do it? … Continue reading →

>the small, overlooked moments of the day. patterns. rituals. the same paths, methods, particulars. routine is comforting, efficient, learned. i take the bus every morning. i’ve gotten to the point where i personally experience milgram’s familiar strangers, and my ears perk at the distinct squeal of brakes approaching from seven blocks away. each day, to … Continue reading →

>you ready? listen to last night’s knob-turnin’, gypsy-synchopatin’, signal-squelchin’, sound-shapin’ set. add a bit of cooling snaowflakes, mix in a little austrian acapella breakbeat, and get all up in your floccinaucinihilipilification. seriously. hope you keep listening during subsequent weeks (my show is available as a music podcast on iTunes). i’m lining up some interviews and … Continue reading →

>i am the last person on the planet to have made one of these. whee. any resemblance? make your own kawaii portrait at abi station.

>oh, dear hahvard. you have to have a different term to describe everything. to wit… at everyone other college it’s a: dorm.at harvard it’s a: house. at everyone other college it’s a: RA (resident assistant).at harvard it’s a: tutor. at everyone other college it’s a: TA (teaching assistant).at harvard it’s a: TF (teaching fellow). at … Continue reading →