May 2013
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February 2013
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January 2013
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Today I am beginning my journey to Germany. I got up early, bid a tearful goodbye to all my coats except one, and made crushing shoe selections — no heels, two boots, two flats, and I watered the plants that are not mine but that I have been barely keeping alive because apparently I am not very good at taking care of plants but my boyfriend is. Today I drive to Indiana, tomorrow to NYC, and...
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“Language, after all, isn’t a spontaneous effusion of the self like vomit...”
– Actually, Don’t Write Like You’re Dead by Noah Berlatsky in The Atlantic.
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My to-do list before I move to Berlin has many terrifying things on it, like “re-title car” and “new brake-pads” and “pay bills” and “recycle empty wine bottles” and “take dog back to Minnesota.” And then because of a death in John’s family, all of everything has to be sped up by a week because he is flying back to the U.S. and we...
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December 2012
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Anonymous asked: Hello Julia, I am super glad that you're back I started reading your blog when I was in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil few years ago So now I've read in your blog you are heading to my beloved Berlin I am currently living in Weimar,city of Goethe, taking my masters degree in this small city very close to Berlin I would love to meet you one day My english is not very good because I am always...
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“Stevens states that Die Glocke contained red mercury[10]and describes stories alleging that a concave mirror on top of the device provided the ability to see “images from the past” during its operation.”
How have I never heard of this? I thought I knew most of the weird things in the world. Colin Wilson and his compendiums of the weird have failed me in this...
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In the same way that every so often one googles (or may google) “how can I make him love me,” I googled “how do you know if your man finds you attractive?” Last night I googled “why does my dog always want to be with me?” In the past I have googled “is sadness real?” In answer to my second question, “how do you know if your man finds you...
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I do not know how I will wait another six days until my boyfriend comes home. I mean, I do know. I will wait for six days. But I am so excited to go to Chicago and pick him up. We took this picture at a lake in Ontario. He is the most handsomest man in the world and also he makes me feel like a person who is filled with love and thankfulness.
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hushnwonder asked: Hi Julia! So happy to see you back to blogging! I think you to be very brave and an incredible source of inspiration - please know that. Best of luck with everything in the future! That being said, I have a question. I want to write, more than anything. But I have so many thoughts, I don't quite know where to begin. I know every writer has their own way of working, but could you give...
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Some Thoughts
1. My boyfriend comes home from Berlin in 8 days. I have not seen him in three months. He has really long eyelashes and is really smart. I am nervous to re-see him again because I do not have really long eyelashes and I am not really smart, but I remind myself that we needn’t be exactly like someone to impress him or her. Also I don’t know how to dress now that I’m fat(ter).
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I wish to meet Xibalba with humility.
November 2012
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This is Armenian Radio; our listeners asked us: “What is permitted and what is prohibited?”
We’re answering: “In England, what is permitted is permitted, and what is prohibited is prohibited.
In America, everything is permitted except for what is prohibited.
In Germany, everything is prohibited except for what is permitted.
In France, everything is permitted, even what is prohibited.
In the...
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I think Christian Bale would play a good Scott Disick if reality shows were ever made into real movies, which I kind of wish they were. Apparently other people have had this thought too because there were already side-by-side comparisons made ready by the Internet.
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This morning I woke up at 5am and couldn’t fall back asleep because I was thinking about Xibalba. There are lots of crazy websites about it. Wikipedia tells me there were gods named Lord Flying Scab and Lord Gathered Blood, which seem kind of like things I am writing about in my novel…
“The Anomalist’s news team is hoping whatever hit [this] wee pine marten didn’t...
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Petrae-yal (a comment-forum poem).
I’m thinking
a far away ranch in Montana,
very secluded
all the farm animals have
blue ribbons and
are blindfolded
and especially no social media.
No emails.
What will they find next?
The live boy caged?
The dead girl in the swamp?
I maintain one cannot buy
that kind of a mansion on
a surgeon’s salary.
This is like when I went to a shrink
and she told me all of...
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quintessentiallyquirky asked: Dear Julia, I am so glad to see you back and blogging. How are you? I feel like this is stupid question because evidently, you have gone through so much. The words you write on it are utterly gripping and beautiful. Now that I'm in journalism school,I read the slapdash shit that is reporting, so to read your writing is like an artistic punch to the gut of the best kind. I'm am grateful...
clairewherethere asked: Hi Julia, I love your words. You and all the counselors/teachers I still follow from IYWS continue to inspire me. It's hard to believe it's been over two years, but I still remember how you sat in our dorm room at 2am and talked to us about alien invasions and ghosts and supernatural things. To me, it was so amazing that someone as cool and stylish and grown up and such a good writer as...
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euphydoll asked: This isn't so much a question as it is a little bit of tenderness... I am so happy to see a post from you again! I've been following your blog for a few years now and thrilled to see you writing again, I've missed your words. What kinds of things will you be putting up now?
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I wrote an essay about divorce that I read aloud this summer to a room of youth-faces whom I thought could not possibly understand, and when they were staring up at me and the little reading light on the reading table was blinding me I thought why I am reading this? To whom am I reading this, because when I was seventeen and free I could not have understood regret and sadness at all, could I? ...
Hello! On this site I am going to put pictures and other stuffs of original content that perhaps you will like to see and maybe I won’t put things that hopefully you won’t like to see. All the old contents are gone gone gone like the life I had before and also like the transitory life I had after that before, but my days are now filled with heartthrobs and stickershine. There are a...
