February 2010
51 posts
Scrawled in my 15-year-old journal
“How far have you gone with a guy?”
“To Duluth.”
Sources unknown.
January 2010
30 posts
Lazy theory
The best terms of endearment are also those that sprout and seed and gather sun: sugar beet, sweet pea, pumpkin.
Another reason to move to London:
It’s home to The School of Life, whose spring program (ahem, programme) includes classes like:
How to be a good friend
How the world should be ruled
How to think about death
How to be alone
Also, their shop! “We organise our books not by genre but by problem….[W]e have created a kind of chemist for the mind, where you can find shelves such as ‘how to enjoy your own...
Everyone was happier. But where did the sadness go? People wanted to know. They...
– Matthea Harvey, The Crowds Cheered as Gloom Galloped Away
Signs I Am Approaching Adulthood
Two sets of coordinating bath towels
Notes in ink in the margins of books
Furnace filter vigilance
Heeding laundry labels
Reasons I love Add Art
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Download it here
A beautiful day for a trip to the Art Shanty Projects, one of my favorite parts of the season of, ahem, freezin’.
Ice Yahtzee
Library shanty
The sauna tipi touches the sky
dICEHOUSES filled with games
Night falls on the dance shanty
If the definition provided for [femininity] is contradicted by the behavior of...
– Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex
The woman in love tries to see with his eyes; she reads the books he reads,...
– Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex
This is just like when the boy I adored at age 11 told me about Blink 182 and my dad found the album and asked if I even knew what an enema was.
Their life advice is a little reminiscent of a motivational speaker, i.e. totally up my cheery, well-lit alley, lined with flowers and downy, mewing kittens.
This message brought to you by The Soft Pack:
answer to yourself
don’t depend on anyone else
know where you stand
know what’s in your head
write down what you know and make sure that it’s known
you’ve got...
TO THE BEACH!
Signs You Are in a Wealthy Neighborhood
Snowmen with strawberries for eyes
Crushes of my youth
Paul Simon, already 45 by the time I was born
Woody Allen. Hindsight is 20/20; I blame the accent
Andy Kaufman. Role on Taxi fueled my brief desire to become a cab driver
David Schwimmer
A customer asked if I’d been told I look like Maggie Gyllenhaal. I nodded. “Kirsten Dunst, once, too,” I told him, a comparison lobbed at me, perhaps out of pity, by a bartender bearing witness to an awful first date. (Bad sign when the barkeep is the highlight of your night.)
“At least it wasn’t….” He groped for the name. “That woman who...
Let’s go to the beach!
I rang up a man today whose hair was coming in white at the roots. He set his wallet on the counter, open to a black and white photo of a girl smiling past the camera.
I asked who it was a photo of: his wife, he told me, her high school portrait.
“Did you know her then?”
“That’s when she hooked me,” he said.
I glazed over momentarily—the romance! THE...
Questions That Deserve Answering:
Why is my mailman walking around with a coat? Does the answer lie in his auburn beard? Who raised this feral beast?