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Jan
29
2008

Call Me Usual

Is there anything in the world for which it is worth getting up at half past four in the morning? Well, giving birth maybe. Catching a plane, I guess. But skiing? Is skiing worth getting up at half past four in the morning? Well, if you'd asked me on Thursday afternoon, I would have said no. I was done with skiing, you see. You remember the last time I went skiing, don't you? I had a sort of epiphany on the slopes that time. And the epiphany was this: "damn, I really suck at this. Why am I doing it again?"

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Jan
23
2008

Bodily Fluids: Always Good When You Want To Change The Subject

Sean is in the living room, playing tennis. Where do we live, you ask, the Playboy Mansion? Buckingham Palace? What a thing to be doing in the living room! And in argyle socks, no less.

But no, no nets have been erected between the couch and the TV, no umpire chairs set up. We have hardwood floors, not Astroturf, and really, the blaring neon of those tennis balls would go with nothing else in our color palette. So how has this modern miracle been manufactured, you're thinking, why is he swinging a racket in the spot she normally watches Oprah?

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Dec
19
2007

Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun

Whenever I go away on a trip, I feel compelled to shop myself into a frenzy right before it. This is never because I'm missing something specifically necessary to that particular vacation---hiking boots, for example, or a bikini---but rather because I suddenly go into a panic about, say, what I might wear on the plane or whether I should replace those pajamas I bought on sale at the Gap right after Valentine's Day in 2001, because, yes, right now while I'm trying to organize a hundred other things, right now would really be the perfect time to finally do that.

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Dec
10
2007

Totally Worth It

Despite having been together for ninety kajillion years, Sean and I have never spent Christmas together. Don't get too excited, we're not spending this Christmas together either---I'll be in Singapore with my family, he'll be in Connecticut with his---but we have, this year, finally taken part in the time-honored ritual of lovey-dovey couples everywhere: choosing and decorating a tree.

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Nov
27
2007

Stuck Like Glue

London is like a cruel ex-boyfriend who some days gazes on you scornfully with eyebrows raised and the next morning smiles sunnily, asks you out for coffee, and makes you fall in love with him all over again. At first, I hadn't expected to feel like such an outsider. I had the accent, after all, as well as a working knowledge of the public transport system, complete familiarity with the different coins and notes, and a warm coat that had been worn before in even less temperate climes.

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Nov
16
2007

Second Time Around

I think I may have fallen half in love with Detroit. The strange thing is that I feel I've been here before, although I haven't, of course, I've just seen pictures. These pictures feature my newly-married parents at their youngest and most untethered---even as the first child, I wouldn't come along for a few more years---and the quality is grainy and blurred, the colors washed out, the edges rounded in the way drugstore-developed pictures from the 1970s often were. In this cache of pictures, my parents range from 24 to 27.

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