At 11AM my hangover is really kicking, though it didn’t begin to make its presence known until just after I stepped off the elevator at my office. I’m glad I got to work on time. Hell, I’m amazed I woke up on time given that I forgot to set my alarm or plug in my …
Author Archives: Julene
Orwell’s onto something
At the suggestion of a friend that happens to work as a copywriter, I read George Orwell’s essay, “Politics & English Language.” Then I read through it a few more times, just to make sure I was judging myself harshly enough. It’s clear that Orwell is not tooling around on the topic of poorly constructed …
Perspirations of greatness
The old Brooklyn buildings are sliding by as I stand, hand wrapped around the subway pole overhead, becoming increasingly aware of how many layers of clothing I donned before leaving my apartment this morning. The snow melts as it makes contact with the subway car’s windows, rolling down at the same pace as the condensation …
He’s just not that into you
My night did not go according to plan, which is to say we never should have gone to that wine bar. Hours later I stood in his bathroom, wiping the mascara from where it had slid down my cheeks and telling him to fuck off while he knocked at the door. Four glasses of wine …
I’m not for you
ickis: on kafka and other sleep deprived nonsense from Julene Horowitz on Vimeo. Further clarification while equally as sleep deprived as I was in the video in regards to my Kafka-appreciation issues… Kafka is one of those authors that, despite numerous attempts, I just don’t “get”. I’ve read his books, books about his books, and …
The Fishbowl
My brain is disconnected from the rest of me, looking out the window from some mid-level floor of a nondescript Midtown office building–it’s 9am and the snow looks like it’s drifting upwards, even though it clearly fell from the clouds overhead moments ago. I force my eyes to stop trying to focus on the individual …
Redundancies
Watching streaming stand-up comedy on Netflix last night, this gem of a quote presented itself. Every frustration I am experiencing in regards to my own writing right now, in a nutshell: People add words when they want things to sound more important than they really are. “Boarding process.” Sounds important–it isn’t. It’s just a bunch …