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A bodega. I wander around. I stack yogurts and hold them in my arms. I frown at granola. Finally, I take my groceries to the register.

The BODEGA CASHIER stares at my groceries for a long moment.

BODEGA CASHIER: This is all?

ME: Yeah.

BODEGA CASHIER stares at my groceries again.

BODEGA CASHIER: $17.00.

I reach for my wallet.

BODEGA CASHIER: I did that all in my head. You see?

ME: Yeah, good number, ha. Seventeen.

BODEGA CASHIER: Now we count.

One by one, BODEGA CASHIER sorts through my groceries.

BODEGA CASHIER: This is five. This is six. Six plus five, eleven. Then these — these are — five more. So we have sixteen. And then you have these —

BODEGA CASHIER frowns. He begins to total the purchases on the register. It comes up as $18.00. I lean on the counter, because we are friends now.

ME: It’s okay if you have to change it.

BODEGA CASHIER: No, we’re going with $17.00.

I point to a bag of chips that he has neither bagged nor included in either tally.

BODEGA CASHIER: These too?

ME: Yeah.

BODEGA CASHIER shrugs. He puts the chips in the bag. I hand over my debit card. He charges me $17.00 and hands me the receipt.

BODEGA CASHIER: What happened? It’s so cold.

ME: Y—

BODEGA CASHIER: Have a nice day now.

[end of interaction with world]

05:36 pm, BY meghanagain[14 notes]

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2014 self-portrait.

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thenearsightedmonkey:

Dear Students:
Extra credit:
Fold a sheet of paper into quarters. Draw your frames
Set a timer for 2 minutes and
Get ready to draw Gary:Getting down to business” (see above) in non-photo blue
Frane 2:  What might Gary do next as he gets down to business?
Frame 3: Followed by…???
Frame: 4: Concluding with…??
Ink in at your leisure.
Sincerely,
Professor Chewbacca
ibelieveinsasquatch:

Assume the position.

thenearsightedmonkey:

Dear Students:

Extra credit:

Fold a sheet of paper into quarters. Draw your frames

Set a timer for 2 minutes and

Get ready to draw Gary:Getting down to business” (see above) in non-photo blue

Frane 2:  What might Gary do next as he gets down to business?

Frame 3: Followed by…???

Frame: 4: Concluding with…??

Ink in at your leisure.

Sincerely,

Professor Chewbacca

ibelieveinsasquatch:

Assume the position.

10:42 pm, BY meghanagain[122 notes]

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You and me are going to have words. Hawkeye out.

I had a pretty rough week at work.

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"we have a few news pictures"

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02:28 pm, BY meghanagain[107 notes]

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And I do actually worry about him, to a degree that goes completely beyond logic or reason, because he seems deeply fucking sad all the time, and it seems to me to be the worst thing in the world to want to do something that badly and then to have your love for it slowly leeched out of you to the point where you don’t want to do it at all anymore. And while it wouldn’t be right, exactly, to say that this is fake – the feeling is certainly there – it isn’t quite real, either: I don’t know him. The idea I have of him is based on extremely imperfect knowledge, and I am certainly aware that getting overly invested in celebrities is really just an excuse – or, maybe, a vehicle – to feel things intensely. 

morgan-leigh, ”My SDCC Diary: Our Fandom Anthropologist Reports Back

"I do actually worry about him" on fandom’s right fist, "It isn’t quite real, either" on its left. This piece is great for many reasons but this part was my favorite.

01:38 pm, BY meghanagain[10 notes]

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Now, guys - I know they are both in london but try not to take this as an invitation to email me asking when im next going to perform/why i don’t perform more in your nearest town/city/village - that sort of thing really, genuinely razzes me off to no end. I’m trying to live my life here, just like a normal person and the last thing i need is an email from Barbara in Poole asking me when i’m next going be performing at the Lighthouse - because the answer is WHEN THERE IS NO MORE SUFFERING IN THE WORLD BARBARA - I. AM. BUSY. DOING. GOOD.

Joining the Daniel Kitson mailing list was a wonderful choice, consider it.

07:55 am, BY meghanagain[3 notes]

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Like many folks who make a living in book publishing, I spent most of this past week at the Jacob K. Javits Center working Book Expo America, the/an industry trade show. The Javits Center is almost universally despised for its (a) location (b) arrangement (c) look (d) distribution of resources (e) overall purpose (f) bathrooms. Ten years ago I spent about two weeks working for Jacob K. Javits’ widow. She lived in the nicest apartment I had ever, and perhaps have ever, been in.

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This year, the final day of BEA was different than it had been in the past. There were many young people, families, children. We had a bingo game set up at our booth and I ran it like a blackjack dealer, if a blackjack dealer was me. In between stamps I asked people, kids, people questions about what books they were excited about. One boy shyly pulled out a book about Minecraft. He won bingo and for his prize selected a 3-pack of Field Notes. “These are good because I’m going to be a book reviewer,” he said.

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By the end of the convention I had ink marks up and down my arms.

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Last weekend, after hours afterhours reloading the #YesAllWomen tag, I thought perhaps I’d track how many times I was harassed over the course of the week. Just to see, just for data. And thus far a day has not passed since I counted an incident. Since someone said something to me while I walked my dog, or went to lunch, or sat down on the train, or worked my job. 7 consecutive days. It does not feel like an unusual amount, it feels more like a wrench or a lead pipe reminder of the skin you grow between the world and your heart.

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In line with coworkers at Javits, waiting for sugar/water/caffeine, one of us commented that a man had made a comment to her. Another said another had looked at her, you know, looked her over, up and down. Another said, me too. The three of us stood facing each other, nodding.

02:52 pm, BY meghanagain[18 notes]

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Philip Galanes: There’s another aspect, too. As a gay guy, for instance, I often act differently in a room full of straight men — to make them more comfortable. As women, do you do things to make men more comfortable with your power?

Julia Louis-Dreyfus: No, they’re just going to have to get used to it. Wait! Nancy’s standing up. I like this!

Nancy Pelosi: [She flips her chair around and straddles it, like Sally Bowles in “Cabaret.”] Sometimes I go into a room and do this.

HOW did anyone in the room live through this moment, this moment would have killed me with a joy unparalleled.

10:01 pm, BY meghanagain[84 notes]