February 2012
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September 2011
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exercising post. for me.
I have just started to walk again without crutches for the first time in almost four months. I still can’t walk long distances and it’ll be at least another couple of weeks before I’m able to properly get my heart rate up and get some endorphins flowing. Even then, it’ll still be cycling and low impact stuff. Running I may be able to do, but it’s honestly not worth...
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August 2011
11 posts
fat activism - questionable.
Ok, am I the only one who doesn’t think that the ‘fat acceptance’ movement is totally amazing? I think it’s good that we accept people for who they are, but getting all up in arms at programs like weight watchers (who, admittedly do profit from people at their most desperate times but who also, you know, help them GET HEALTHY) is silly. It really is, it’s just silly....
Just another scheme
These stories are just another scheme by Transport for London to make a daily tube commute less of a hellish, Frtiz Lang-esque experience. Much like the “baby on board” badges that pregnant women were wearing circa 2007.
http://art.tfl.gov.uk/actsofkindness/readstories/
You might find them touching, I find them kitsch and meaningless. When people start doing nice things without...
July 2011
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Entering the space I saw Amy on stage with Weller and his band; and then the awe. The awe that envelops when witnessing a genius. From her oddly dainty presence that voice, a voice that seemed not to come from her but from somewhere beyond even Billie and Ella, from the font of all greatness. A voice that was filled with such power and pain that it was at once entirely human yet laced with...
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A tall solitary lady walks into the bottle shop and buys a bottle of red for alone drinking. She’s on crutches, worn out and sad. Sad in a privileged first world way, but sad nonetheless. The clerk looks at her knowingly. “Pin or sign?” he says.
As she hobbles back towards her tiny apartment she hopes someone will come out of their door and say “Hello, you look like you...
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How to avoid being Frankie
My friend was a little concerned that her market might be becoming too “Frankie Magazine”, so I’ve offered her some advice:
“Just avoid anything dainty, like birds, pretty dresses, lace and acting like you’re a wealthy woman from the 18th century who needs a fainting couch. Stay away from nicknacks, vintage, polka dots, bikes and Holly Throsby. Then you should be...
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June 2011
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I miss you so I can’t write to you any longer. Slowly, and surely, it gets better. I should probably write to you and tell you I can’t, but that seems too final. I mean, it is entirely possible that I’ll find something I have to share with you and renege on my non-contact decision. Then I’ll be swept up all over again.
I’m physically healing from huge surgery, and...
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