Category Archives: Speculative (life)fiction

thoughts thought after lorelai gilmore’s demise & my best professional failure thus far (tormented mentors III)

– premenopausal women should not be trusted to deliver eulogies and research grants – when all else fails, fall back on autobiography, and fail better – someone could save the day if they weren’t too busy impersonating sean spicer – … Continue reading

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summer lovin’, kafka dreamin’

i find a 4-pack yogurt in the fridge in my mother’s home. even though the 4-pack looks like a 4-pack, however, it’s actually a pigeon — a pigeon i’m responsible for, but i’d forgotten about that. i’m feeling upset because … Continue reading

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the 30-something friend you should never have slept with introduces you to his mentor, and the power imbalance between the two of you is finally crystal clear

“isn’t he just great?” “he’s something. how old is he?” “76” “does he have any children?” “oh, no, not yet”.

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school plays as metaphors for life

some people play the little match girl, and some people play the little match.

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the sense of an ending

bad books with good titles are bound to be misused even when they’re not misunderstood

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lazy phds watch bad movies

the holiday: cameron diaz sees her life as a bunch of trailers for a movie never made. graduate students see their lives as a bunch of abstracts for articles never written, and they most definitely won’t meet jude law in … Continue reading

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lord, grant me gender-neutral opinions, but not yet

the factory defect of speech capability often curbs men’s enthusiasm for their human blow-up dolls.

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