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When ANY class gets canceled and I’m already on campus. I mean, what kind of TA emails the class at 11:30 pm the night before… Times I wish my phone had internet. :’(
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
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Today my mom wasn’t home, so my eight year old sister asked me to set some words for her so she could write her daily sentences. I knew she did them every day, but I’ve never bothered to read them before.
My sister is a lot of things. She’s extremely smart, fairly quiet, and absolutely hilarious. But today I learned two new things about her:
a) my sister does not have a way with the written word
b) my sister is addicted to crack cocaine
I don’t know what the fuck she’s smoking but I want in on it sweet baby jesus I did not know what to do with myself while I was reading some of these
what is wrong with her
I don’t even understand what some of these mean
(things you should know: I am natalie, and her “silkys” are two little silk & velveteen blankets she’s slept with since she was born.)
oh my god
“I intended for my plan to go this way”
“I am beginning to be a horse” omg
She should write a book. I would read it!
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There are too many mediocre things in life. Love should not be one of them
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Just counted. 59 pins.
life:
Duke Ellington, Billie Holiday, Count Basie, and other jazz greats at Gjon Mili’s Studio in New York in 1940…
Pictured: The great pianist Mary Lou Williams appears satisfied with the way the night is proceeding, 1942. (Gjon Mili—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)
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Time to remove the fifty or so bobby pins currently stuck in my hair and call it a night.