Month: December 2007

Snapshot in the dark

It is the middle of the night. It is almost 2am. It is dark. It is dark outside, and it is dark inside. I am in my pajamas. I am in my bed. My bed is a pull-out couch. My hair is in a ponytail. The covers are twisted, and I can’t find the sheet….

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A very Boston day

This afternoon, I walked from Beacon Hill to the Back Bay, and then over to Cambridge to explore Harvard, and finally, back to Beacon Hill. It was about an 8-mile walk, and it felt good to stretch my legs after, you know, quitting exercise this fall. Boston is beautiful, and if I wasn’t so set…

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Seven things

1) The sound of nails on a chalkboard evokes an immediate reflexive response in me: I instantly, and without thinking, put my fingertips in my mouth. It might make more sense to cover my ears, but you can’t argue with “natural tendency.” It must be evolution. 2) I am a consolidator. I cannot stand to…

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Overheard in Boston

“I mean, how ironic is this: I’m a ROOFER, and I got SHINGLES.” Pure poetry.

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Fung Wahhhhhhh????

I am convinced that the loneliest feeling in the world is walking through the streets of New York on a Sunday morning all by one’s self, pulling over 100 lbs. of luggage, and having to navigate the stairs down into the subway. Oh, and then to eject said self from the train straight back up…

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Never stopping, never sleeping

My name is Annie Parsons, and this is the longest day of my life. I am finally home after a 2 1/2 hour subway adventure, trying to make my way home to Heidi’s. I left my friends Sarah and Alex’s place at 11:15, and thought, “I can make it back – no problem.” I would…

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My life as a slapstick comedy

After hours of travel yesterday, and even more hours of travel today, I disembarked the plane, gathered my luggage, walked through the sliding glass doors, victoriously breathed in the air… and promptly tripped. Fell on my face, deeply skinning both knees and tearing my new jeans. Welcome to New York. My left knee is especially…

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Trying not to sweat the small stuff

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I don’t know what happened.  As a general rule, I am responsible and thorough and “together.”  But I misread our itinerary, and what I thought was a 5:50am flight was actually a 5:20am flight.  And this morning, thanks to my negligence, my dad and I missed our plane….

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