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>the amazeballs muchacho of authenticity

>When I was in Chicago last month, I was to meet my sister’s boyfriend. I don’t need to get into specifics, but let’s just acknowledge that my mom won’t even consider an introduction. She refuses to accept that they are together and wholeheartedly disapproves of the entire situation. Mom’s kinda playing the old-school, unfair, crazypants […]

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>men: my 2011 minimalist manifesto

>This week I met Everett Bogue, who I adored from afar. I tweeted him; a flagging follow up to a cheeky, but true-to-the-core email, suggesting perhaps a coffee or drink in his upcoming travels, and before I knew it, we had next day plans to cart around a sleeping bag in Chicago, which, incidentally, never […]

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>surfing the semantics of surrender

>I’m not sure how much this is solely an American thing or if it is universally, innately part of our nature, but man oh man, we love flash. We want it to be a limited time offer, and we want to be in on the deal. And I am not excluding myself from this, by […]

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>the ick and the bitch: just like me

>I ask my sister: “What’s your favorite food?” She tells me hamburgers.Chocolate owns me.Mom veers to beef stroganoff. Our preferences are within us. We may shape our diets and lifestyles to scootch in a direction, but ultimately, there’s been a time when we’ve uttered “ew” and the person next to us is exclaiming, “yum.” “True […]

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>I don’t like God

>It’s a frigid, but sunny Sunday Chicagoland afternoon. I am in a stranger’s home and we have had a couple of hours of loveliness and mediations and hippie things of this nature. I’m blissed up and blessed out and on cloud 14 when our super sweet hostess leads us into a Sufi meditation where we […]

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