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Re-release: Dirty Downward Dog | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Hide and Seek →. Re-release: Dirty Downward Dog. April 18, 2010. Dear Ira Glass,. Dirty Downward Dog,. Originally dated April 25th, 2007:. I think I will start with a quick description of my amazing vegan finds in Barcelona. We went to a large outdoor market on La Rambla that has everything under the sun (literally under tents), and in the back we found a stand called ”Organic is Orgasmic.” Excellent! This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Hide and Seek →. You are comm...
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Grey | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. July 26, 2010. Dear Ira Glass,. This is a story about how television changes our lives. In so many words I mention the weirdly intimate intensity of t.v. to the girls. One friend, S, gasps: “Oh my god. Does anyone watch Grey’s Anatomy? 8221; We shake our heads and when I tell her I have no intention of picking up the show at any time she goes on to tell me about the season finale that had just aired. SPOILER ALERT . Me: “Did people die? Did Patrick Dempsey die? R: ̶...
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The Taken Heart | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Re-release: Dirty Downward Dog →. April 11, 2010. Dear Ira Glass,. One of the friendships that ended during this time burned brightest at the last, hailed my heart to rally for the final exit. Like the paper ballerina and her one-legged love in. The Steadfast Tin Soldier,. Him: “Hey. How are you? Me: “I’m okay. How are you? Him: “Good. Just calling to check on you. Are you outside? Me: “Yes.”. Him: “Are you sitting in the sun by your house? April 12, 2010 at 8:04 am.
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Body | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. The Taken Heart →. April 4, 2010. Dear Ira Glass,. When my brother, sisters and I were growing up our mother was really into parenting by lecture. She would announce “Children, gather round! I’m about to give a lecture! The World is Mine. Today upon a bus I saw a girl with golden hair;. She seemed so gay, I envied her, and wished that I were half so fair;. I watched her as she rose to leave, and saw her hobble down the aisle. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;. I paused,...
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About | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Ira Glass is the creator and host of the popular radio show This American Life. You can find out more about him and TAL here. One response to “ About. January 20, 2010 at 12:02 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Hide and Seek | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Re-release: Dirty Downward Dog. April 28, 2010. Dear Ira Glass,. 8220;but I gotta hold my head high/ I gotta let this go/ I’m heading out to the horizon/ the sun isn’t showing up yet/ I might get there first/ in the meantime I’ll hold my head high…”. Oh, crap. There’s still a humongous Sterilite container out there with God knows what in it. I seriously have no idea. I stared at him, almost unable to comprehend. “On Earth? 8220;Yes.”. He is still there. Smiling so w...
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Babble | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. August 24, 2013. Beautiful gorgeous amazing piece from Asha Baisden. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Our Town | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. March 28, 2010. Dear Ira Glass,. I don’t know anything about. Why is this a rite of passage? Third act. Something is not right. Though my fingers and toes are numb from sitting so still in the draft, I can hazily sense a solemn grey grief stealing in along the floor, from the narrator’s voice, in the upturned faces of the suddenly at-attention audience. Who is it for, I wonder. Who are we grieving, and why? Except the narrator keeps talking. It’s a funeral. Oh, Courtney...
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Out of Concrete | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. August 4, 2013. You’ve got Indi at home, you know. I match her gaze for gaze. She’s killer stoned, deep in the throes of paranoia, and she knows it. She’s asking me with her eyes to counter it, to alleviate her fears with a few carefree reassurances. But deeper than that: she’s asking me to comprehend whether or not we are really in danger. She doesn’t know the fear of paranoia is the reason I waited until I was 27 to get high. Where you girls headed? Oh yeah, yeah, the...
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Parenthood | Dear Ira Glass
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. This American Fear →. November 23, 2011. Dear Ira Glass,. On the day he was born the sun burned like a young god, like only a June sun can, bathed in its own gold, like water underlit. And I never saw it. I never breathed the outside air on that day, never thought of it, never needed it, because all the light was in a little face that swam into first light, into first breath at 10:14 am. Hm, hm, hmmm. Two short and one long. A series of moments. I’m having a dream.