Tavie blogs i like:
amy
dave foley
mark mckinney
e.mail
archive
andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
webcomics i read:
american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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me on the tumblr
me on the flickr
me on the formspring
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They don't ring in response to loud noises. They ring in response to the absence of noise. I most often hear it when I'm out in the country, or even the suburban wilds of Westchester.
Tonight I put in a pair of earplugs to get my homework done amidst the familial clatter, and the ringing absolutely deafened me to the point where it drowned out Margaret Mead's words on a printed page. It screamed in my head like an old, rattly telephone. This is probably the primary reason why I can never leave New York.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:07 AM | shower me with attention
