Lily Herman

Laundry day, about the apartment in my stylish bathrobe....

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:14:45 -0500

Laundry day, about the apartment in my stylish bathrobe. Thanks, Grandma.

dear darcy: my copy—given from my mother and brother...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:29:27 -0400

dear darcy: my copy—given from my mother and brother (brother in name only) to my father in 1987. she just came out with a new cookbook, “Love Soup,” which i already bought…and already love…

almost forgot

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 15:12:46 -0400

almost forgot

"I’m a freak, according to my roommate. But she worries that the kitchen is on fire a lot. So..."

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 23:55:31 -0400

“I’m a freak, according to my roommate. But she worries that the kitchen is on fire a lot. So she’s probably the freak.”

- Chelsea, about me.

morganfrailey: We are sixteen and so disinterested. Correct me...

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:25:28 -0400

morganfrailey:

We are sixteen and so disinterested.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but did I take this?

Last night, I had a very bad dream. I woke up and this is how I...

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 23:29:39 -0400

Last night, I had a very bad dream. I woke up and this is how I set about remedying it.

Just one more thing just one more time:

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 21:05:36 -0400

Come’n git it:

whatiatewhere.blogspot.com

DUMB SHIT.

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 08:43:34 -0400

DUMB SHIT.

Still birth

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 12:43:00 -0400

I am having cravings like a pregnant woman. It started with tomato—I ate one and thought, damn, that’s good. And that was it, I’ve eaten them like apples in my car all summer, heard myself ordering them thrown into meals at every restaurant, gazpacho, salsa, marinara, roma. Then ginger—ginger tea, ginger salad dressing, juice, ginger muffins, freshly grated, powdered, peeled with a spoon.

In a way it makes sense. In a way this past half-year might be the first time in my life—in a lot of peoples’ lives—that we have been sensible of what we want, and actively sought it.

Chelsea and I went to the Double T, played MASH on our napkins—she ended up married to Angelina Jolie and I lived on Viaduct Avenue. We got distracted, almost tearful, rehashing where our minds wandered while we were bored watching Harry Potter. Surprisingly, we were both thinking of how big or small we were, how we’d hate to think there’s a kind of pain awaiting anyone upon their death, how we never think about those kinds of things. Staring at Hermione’s ass. Books we read when we were sixteen. A boy I knew from Catonsville came over from another booth and sat with us, and I was so between worlds that I drank a whole cup of coffee before I realized I’d put cream in it. Chelsea said, “I won’t tell anyone,” and we sat there, the vegan police closing in, and the waitress beyond understanding when we ordered english muffins and pulled out notebooks. It was simple: sometimes, you need the world to stay outside the diner.

For my mother I said, when I see that couple together, I know how beautiful the contrast is. But at once, I want to be her, and I want to be with her, only I want it to stay looking so pretty, so I guess I want to be him. I confused her, assured her she’d still get grandchildren, drank tea at her ceramic kitchen table. She was even, she responded, she said, Is it bad that I want things regular for you? I feel bad even thinking it, I just want everything to be easy for you and easy this ain’t.

I explained things to my brother in the shortest terms of all. I like that, he said. I like hearing you say you’re gay. He is still baking cakes, is a little tarnished, a little back on the earth—but who can live like they just got out of jail forever?? In a way it’s like the poem I copied into my journal:

When Daniel Boone goes by, at night,
The phantom deer arise
And all lost, wild America
Is burning in their eyes.

And what I added after, not sure if I was talking about my brother, Daniel Boone, or myself:

ANY MAN YOU LOVE RESEMBLES AN OUTLAW.

Or is it that complicated? Do we need to be explained so much? All the sensible peope I know, everyone who lives on a farm, would say no. In a way it’s just reaching across every other dinner for the tomato. And not really reaching, so much as finding it’s already in your palm.

"All I’ve heard about is food and sexual preference."

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:07:31 -0400

“All I’ve heard about is food and sexual preference.”

- My father (on the phone from Alaska) about my letters this summer. That, I think, is a sign that something’s going well.

I just literally laughed

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 18:30:56 -0400

when I read

“Wow. I really nailed my David Bowie ukulele cover this time. Yeah, I should definitely post it on YouTube immediately. Because it’s so flawless and people will want to see it.”

in other news, a real blog coming soon, co-piloted, one that’s actually about something…

i have this ongoing list, bet you can't guess what it is

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 23:11:57 -0400

Anna
Charlotte
Huckleberry
Henry
Anthony
Adelle
Isis
Ione
Carina

…I’d have to be a Catholic to use all of those

Thundercake

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 21:31:42 -0400

I fell asleep for forty minutes and woke to a phone call from the University of Michigan. ”Holy…is it really nine o’clock in the morning?” I asked the woman, mistaking my clock and view for am instead of pm. ”We just need to know if we should send you a new pamphlet,” she said.

Oh, yeah, that’d be good.

As this is the first time I’ve baked anything completely...

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 12:19:00 -0400

As this is the first time I’ve baked anything completely alone from scratch, you have no idea how proud this little guy makes me. It looks more appetizing in person, I can tell you. Also, the fact that I’m wearing my father’s “Rolling Pin Bakery” t-shirt is a happy coincidence.

Good, translated:

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 21:24:00 -0400

Homemade (sort of) blueberry yogurt with granola. Pistachio Larabar. Whole-wheat rotini with organic marinara, chickpeas and green beans. Fresh apricot. Slice of Ezekiel bread and cashew butter with strawberries. Herb salad with champagne mango, tomato, goat cheese, walnuts, raw tofu, and pear vinegar. And the day ends with a good old ‘nanner.

new summer hobby

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 23:06:31 -0400

new summer hobby

I love summer

Sun, 31 May 2009 18:49:29 -0400

I don’t feel like drinking water, so I’m eating watermelon.

Bleed blood bed

Fri, 29 May 2009 22:32:23 -0400

“I think it’s time to curb the fantasies and find some actual flesh and blood.” Boo told me this about six months ago about his own life. I think it may be on its way to becoming true in mine. I just don’t really know what that entails.

Skaal! It’s Noah’s day.

Fri, 22 May 2009 05:37:55 -0400

Skaal! It’s Noah’s day.

Thank your lucky stars for that

Thu, 07 May 2009 20:36:16 -0400

It’s nice, but it doesn’t last.