April 2008
226 posts
I never comb my hair or make anything pretty. When people look too beautiful,...
– Lou Doillon, to the Sunday New York Times (via 5oh7)
definr - incredibly fast dictionary →
(via mariereich): this will be useful.
i sort of miss the puddle. →
when words were all that mattered.
[Though Brando is not a teetotaller, his appetite is more frugal when it comes to alcohol. While we were awaiting the dinner, which was to be served to us in the room, he supplied me with a large vodka on the rocks and poured himself the merest courtesy sip. Resuming his position on the floor, he lolled his head against a pillow, drooped his eyelids, then shut them. It was as though he’d...
well this is new.
I think moving is giving me a very slow panic attack. Just noting it and moving on and embracing the future. It’s not like I can refuse it. Time and the months ahead will not be refused. I will have window boxes with zinnias and peonies at this new location. It may be a slightly surburban move, but then, I’ve never been able to have anything bloom in New York before, not given my own...
Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick...
– John Cheever
i wish i had a real opinion on this picture. →
But for now all I can think is, nice retouching. Looks a little like a Vermeer. Is this the only haps in the world today? Seems like it, though I’m more interested in the woman who fell four stories trying to light a cig. At least that tale provides some real life helpful hints, like go downstairs and/or find a balcony. (p.s. I posted this b/c I care about so very many things, and want to...
wow.
an hour later and over twelve responses to my vineyard question. internet, you are my hero.
Totally Real Inquiry
Does anyone out there know someone (family member, friend, distant acquantaince) who either owns or works on a vineyard? Thanks in advance.
Salman Rushdie A Groupie?
– The title of a press release I just got (ha).
the psychic is in, $5.
I used to wish for clairvoyance—I thought it could only benefit someone like me to know my entire future. I am the kind of girl that always has a winedark bruise somewhere on my legs, and for the life of me, I can never remember where and when I bonked myself with force enough to inflict that sort of thing. my mother always said it was because i felt things with such force; everything...
Sometimes it is easier, but not always.
Harper: In your experience of the world. How do people change?
Mormon Mother: Well it has something to do with God so it's not very nice. God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a huge filthy hand in, he grabs hold of your bloody tubes and they slip to evade his grasp but he squeezes hard, he insists, he pulls and pulls till all your innards are yanked out and the pain....we can't even talk about that. And then he stuffs them back, dirty, tangled and torn. It's up to you to do the stitching.
Harper: And then up you get. And walk around.
Mormon Mother: Just mangled guts pretending.
Harper: That's how people change.
-Tony K. (whose work has saved my life on no small number of occasions).
it is too late to be just starting my work. so...
B: have you seen my dinner with andre?
B: there's this part where andre describes new york as a concentration camp where the residents live in a state of schizophrenia wherein they are both the guards and the prisoners. and nobody wants to leave because they're so proud of the prison they've made.
B: its a good movie
You are the gift that keeps on giving. Chase the moon across the sea and you...
– Me, to a star.
having flashbacks.
Do you remember that feeling that you (maybe) had as a child, at the end of a very long, very hot day at an outdoor pool? I’m thinking of the slow burn that happened after hours of deep diving and cannonballs, when you were sitting in the backseat of a car in only your bathing suit, smelling of chlorine and paba-free coppertone, with a towel shoved under your butt to block the heat of the...
This was not judgment day, only morning, Morning, excellent and fair.
– William Styron, 1979.
Intense! →
If you’re ever moving in NYC (like I have to next week), I swear by Intense Movers, if for no other reason than their flyer includes a panther and a dinosaur and a volcano that shoots meteors. I mean, game over.