July 2008
103 posts
June 2008
67 posts
In which I decide to engage with the zeitgeist....
Ok: “This August, she and Pratt are headed to Africa to “feed children and help build things.” Cameras will capture their trek, but not for The Hills. Pratt says it’s possible they could adopt a baby while over there.” (link)
I really don’t understand how I came to live in a country where these two are supported at all by the media. I know, the jig is up, I was...
worth the squeeze?
I have yet to post today because i am on day one of a juice cleanse (which I feel tricked into at this point, but will stay with because if i can’t prove my own willpower by drinking fairly substantial and not completely unappetizing liquids for only 72 hours, then the whole rest of it is pretty much fucked. For the discipline alone, this may be a worthy endeavor—it’s like a...
good references.
F: i feel like kushner's roy cohn today
F: "i wish i were an octopus. eight fuckin' arms"
Watchoff to interview this guy over croissants. trying to stay calm.
update: he is rad, and likes to high-five. a lot.
Ok, I'm in.
From the press release slushpile: “Beer Island (3070 Stillwell Ave in Coney Island) now has its very own brand new BBQ Truck. It’s owned and run by Chris McGee, a veteran of Blue Smoke and Jean-Georges.”
I may think myself a woman of discerning taste, but to be honest, I’ll go anywhere called “Beer Island” in about two seconds. Who’s coming with?
EEK
Two friends and I just signed up to do a three-day juice cleanse starting next Monday. This is the kind with the spinach and beets and cashew nut milk (which sounds pretty decent, not going to front). I am excited, on the one hand, to hopefully kick my cravings for all things terrible for me (mainly processed crunchy treats that come in 100-calorie pouches) and jumpstart my body into wanting only...
Pauline Kael Archive →
Summer Reading Alert: I am having a hot and heavy love affair (admittedly 20 years too late) with Pauline Kael right now. Her compendium of film reviews, For Keeps, has become my new favorite fifteen-pound-thing to cart around—she loved the movies with such force and such wit (and such bravery) that you can just hear the excited warble in her writing voice as she lacerates certain films and...
p.s.
coming back to new york after even a few days away feels to me like slipping into a satin bathrobe, even when it is muggy, even when it is dark before three, even when it is hard. for better or worse, i think i have really found the place in the world that feels the most like home to me, in that i don’t notice it anymore. back in the desert, everything was bolder and clearer and cleaner, the...
“No personality as strong as Zelda’s could go without getting criticisms...”
– FSF in a letter to Isabelle Amorous after the first break-up. [source]
I think Isabelle sounds like a judgmental prune.
I just had to comb through an old correspondence...
She’s all states, and all princes I; Nothing else is. Princes do but play us;compared to this, All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy. Thou, sun, art half as happy as we, In that the world’s contracted thus; Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that’s done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; This bed thy centre, these walls...
The Grates - Burn Bridges
The Grates have been my...
Watchtoomuchawesome:
The High School Tony Awards
HA.
WOMEN IN PHOTOGRAPHY →
The NYC-based WIP is a fantastic new project from photographers Amy Elkins and Cara Phillips, who also runs Ground Glass, one of my favorite blogs for highlighting new photo work. It’s a rotating run of online exhibitions from both emerging and establish female photogs, and allows the women to explain and curate their own pictures. I think its a great thing—there are so many women...
The Fate of The Sentence: Is the Writing On the... →
“The demise of orderly writing: signs everywhere. One recent report, young Americans don’t write well. In a survey, Internet language — abbreviated wds, :) and txt msging — seeping into academic writing. But above all, what really scares a lot of scholars: the impending death of the English sentence…Librarian of Congress James Billington, for one. “I see...
Elizabeth Bishop reading “The Fish”,...
Overheard, Midday, Theatre District
Two septuagenarian women, in ermine, velvet, and Easy Spirits. Yiddishe accents. Eyeliner in all the wrong places.
Woman 1: So we are getting breakfast uptown and Ira asks me what kind of muffin I want to go with my coffee. Woman 2: He didn’t know? Woman 1: He didn’t know! I say, Ira, 45 years we’ve been married and you don’t know what kinds of muffins I eat? He’s more fertummelt day by day....
Watchfek:
The other best acceptance speech for the night: Lin Manuel-Miranda. If this doesn’t make you want to see IN THE HEIGHTS, nothing will. This is nothing short of awesome.
Despite the prevaling theory that “rap outside of a song, and especially at an awards ceremony = embarassing times for all,” I loved this and wish I could have been there. Thanks, F.
slightly pompous circumstances
Chagrin! Oprah was underwhelming, not that she could live up to the crazy hype surrounding the whole affair. Some students had made a 10x20 collage of her face, and there were tons of “Marry Me, Oprah” signs and kids dressed up as various books from the club over their caps and gowns—I had no idea that 19-year-olds had the same media proclivities as Midwestern housewives. I think...
To my local subway busker
Hey there guy-
I usually like you a lot! You have reinvigorated my mornings with your spritely violin jigs, and I especially dig your evening assortment of Lafayette waltzes that would be more than appropriate to score a Jane Austen flick’s requisite “courtly dance” scene. But today was sort of a misfire. When playing to a non-air conditioned subway platform that is packed three...
Malcolm in the muddle
I did one of those impulse street book buys last weekend that starts out by innocently plucking some dusty Penguin classic you forgot to read from a stack, and suddenly you are carting home an armload of crumbly paperbacks for $20, two of which you will actually end up reading this year. In any case, I have been carting around this Scribner edition of Fitzgerald’s short stories (note pls:...
ScarJo has a crush on Obama →
Speaking of supporting Obama, this story may just cross over from helpful stumping territory into the cringy oversharing zone. It reminds me of that line from The Truth About Cats and Dogs (I know…trust, I had no clue that film was still in there somewhere) that goes, “You can love your pets, just don’t love your pets.” But you know, replace pets with candidates.
forecast.
it is already too hot for me to get dressed. when did brooklyn become calcutta?
"Bad painting" exhibit opens at Austrian museum →
It’s not so much bad work as much as weird work from usually solid artists who went through kitschy/drunk periods. Nobody’s perfect.
Update: “Bad Art” is also a political statement/valid movement. More on that on Marie’s blog. Thanks Marie, for letting me in on this aspect of it.
