May 2011
4 posts
How I imagined asking out my co-worker:
Me: Hello, Grace. Oh, enough of the pretense, I can’t take it anymore. You must know that I want you. You must be able to see it written all over my face every time we pass each other in the office, every time we make small talk about movies in the break-room. Come out with me tonight. I’ll show you the time of your life and win you forever.
Grace: Oh, I...
I picked up Travels WIth Charley at one of the used books stores on South Broadway a few weeks ago. It was really great and I’m more motivated than ever to take a cross country road trip with a poodle. But this particular edition led to an observation that I spent some minutes investigating. I confirmed my hypothesis to my own satisfaction, but in the interest of scientific veracity, I should...
Charlie Trask: Hiding In The Sprawl →
charlie-trask:
I think people are a little too hard on the suburbs. While the city wears its problems on its streets—the pain and the tragedy there for all to see and feel guilty about ignoring—the suburbs have the courtesy to shroud its problems behind an idyllic veneer. Consider suburban Jim, who despite…
charlie-trask:
I’m going to start calling that feeling of wanting what I can’t have a yearning disability.