Pamela Ribon

Month: June 2008

  • currently reading:

    Chuck Palahniuk: Snuff Jodi Picoult: My Sister’s Keeper Jill Bolte Taylor: My Stroke of Insight: A Brain Scientist’s Personal Journey David Sedaris: When You Are Engulfed in Flames

  • my hands are thai’d.

    my hands are thai’d.

    I have had a rough time lately. Consequently, my shoulders have been resting pretty much at my earlobes twenty-four seven. So on my way home today, I decided to treat myself to a massage. It turned out to be more than the soothing Swedish touch I was expecting. Shortly after it began I did that…

  • one. oh.

    Ten years ago right now I wondered what would happen if I started writing a web diary. Ten years. I haven’t had any address in my entire life as long as I’ve had pamie.com. Very few things last an entire decade. I thought I should do something special to commemorate it, as it’s not often…

  • the attempts to get happy.

    Weezer: Red Album (Deluxe) Overwhelming Positivity: Atomic Tour Podcasts

  • save your jokes, folks.

    Benjamin Nugent: American Nerd: The Story of My People (There’s no joke you could make about me in this situation that I haven’t already said to myself, about myself.)

  • wanted.

    I was running this afternoon when a lamp post caught my eye. There was a message taped, a love letter. It said it was the eleventh of fifteen, a public message for a special person. There, typed, was a poem, about how the writer’s love was real. His or her need was real. That both…