Cindy was the fastest thing you could ever imagine. She
laughed at all my jokes. She laughed at everything. Even when I told her
sad things. She giggled. And when she wanted someone to take her clothes
off, she nodded. She nodded in a way I had never seen before. Like she
couldn't undo her own buttons. Not that she wanted her buttons undone.
That wasn't the thing. You had to see a place beyond her eyes or there
was no way of knowing. Too many guys wanted to take Cindy's clothes off.
So when I took her clothes off, she stayed still like a mannequin. Mind
you, she was pretty fucking fast. Then she lost all kinds of speed because
she wanted to love me. So I married her. We had two kids. Girls.
There was nothing down there. We looked anyway. I don't know
what the cat was thinking. I was thinking, This apartment is getting
rundown. It was okay when I first moved in. It didn't seem so bad. But
now I was married. I had a cat.
Is it my fault the clouds look the way they look today?
I decided not to do the things God was asking me to do. He asked
me every night, in that moment before I fell asleep. I wanted to go
back and remember all the things God had asked me to do. He needed me
for something. This was clear.
The major limitation on research based on secondary data has
to do with the availability and completeness of the data. I can't get
the vertical blinds to go straight. My mother has been washing her hair
in the kitchen sink for twenty minutes. All our appliances are white.
When he was in elementary school, Dad had to wear a hat whenever
the temperature dropped below 40 degrees. Otherwise he got an infection
and he could have died. Eventually, of course, he died anyway.
Using abstract re budget constraints - would it be possible
to develop measures to show that variables such as budget constraints
and overwork might be considered challenges to socially responsible
Daddy, Deve was sick, so he went to Papa's and I'm going too
(I didn't come home from school early). See you at 6:00. P.S. Mommy
is picking us up.
Day after day, things fall out of my pockets. But on the edges,
in those moments before the formal meetings, and just after, there are
other, more chaotic forces governing the talk. The talk grows wild,
high as waves in a storm, far out to sea, but riding in to shore. Rolling
and crashing on the shore of meetings, then pulling back, raking little
pebbles as they go.
More refined? More precise? Maybe just more absolutely correspondent.
Maybe not more of anything. But how perfect could it have been, really?
It could only have been an echo of the perfection he remembered from
earlier in his life. It was already a stab at recovering what had got
She was seventeen. She said, My name is Jill. What is your name?
No one told me about you. La la la.
Dear Lenore, I have returned to my country Chile, to this rainy
southern plains. I am taking the opportunity to write to you and to
also send you a picture of the Chilean Library Delegation. One of the
most important experience from this trip was the visit to the Public
Library that you can see in the picture I send you. Our delegation was
gladly impressed by this library. How very well organized. The professional
management that each of the departments have. And how harmonic, suitable
and assured is the staffs team work.
As many of you know my favorite movie of all times is It's
a Wonderful Life.
I am only thirteen years old and I don' read too often,but this
book just won't let me stop.It's got cliff hangers. I got it a week
ago and I am already on chapter 17, and I am a real slow reader.
My name is Sammy and I am the smartest person that academics
have ever seen. I am the greatest storywriter known to man. I go into
a great amount of depth and I have an elephantine imagination. I am
so good at math that I make Pythagoras look like a grade one math student.
I also have such a broad vocabulary that even the most learned scholars
couldn't comprehend what I'm saying. When I speak French, my speech
flows and if I went to Quebec, people there would know exactly what
I was saying. In History I've memorized the historical dates so well
that I could go back in time and know exactly what was going to happen.
I am the greatest cartographer that ever lived because I know the shape
of the land off by heart.
I am conscious of having appropriated freely everything, including
my long nose.
The yellow leaves have not yet left the trees. They dangle in
the breeze. They shudder so slightly, I almost didn't see.
I am going to tell you the highlights of my summer.