February 2012
14 posts
when i am the only person on the whole #11 Lincoln/Sedgwick bus, when i run to catch it in a skirt careful not to slip where it rained while i was sleeping,
i feel very special in those blocks that i am riding alone.
i will say this:
as much as the times that you don’t have a valentine suck ass, the times that you DO have one one are so much more spectacularly delightful than the times without ones are sad.
Born To Die
taking the morning to actually listen to Lana Del Rey’s album in its entirety so that I can deliver an “informed” opinion.
it should be noted that I can tell you nothing so “informed” regarding this season’s GOP candidates. Although, notice how quickly Michelle Bachmann and Sarah Palin fell off the face of the earth. Is it weird to say I missed Palin’s...
expensive truths
you really will get a better haircut for $80, damnit. WITH multiple look style coaching. it is a crime that no one before took the time to teach me proper finger twisting.
dear election season
two American tragedies I will speak more specifically to in the next 24 hours:
Lana Del Rey
The fact that it is 11:20pm on a Wednesday night and I can’t get a seat at Starbucks, this location (BT-Dubs), is 24 hours.
January 2012
25 posts
saturday
wishbone brunch. watch the ice. walk home in cold sun. loungewear. dutronc. work email.
but really, does anyone ever say
“holy shit! look at that awesome track stand!”
(this is the only time i’ve ever thought it or said it)
serious question
How does anyone fucking afford anything ever??
Watchbreak this
Watchvotre vie est belle même si vous ne pouvez pas le voir.*
*i’m advised to stick to english exclusively.
cold weather guitar virtuoso
it’s a little funny to me that i can have a wonderful day and wind down from it by teaching myself sad-ish songs on the guitar.
this evening i have taught myself “Reservations” by Jeff Tweedy. the night before last I learned “Little Black Submarine” by The Black Keys.
in honor of snow
and dinner dates fit for kings and lemon-ginger gift tea and blue sun bike rides or cab rides and new plays and new directions and spies and dishes and road trips and so much work that people keep just crying at random intervals because they are somewhere between exhausted and giddy and thus vulnerable as new skin and conductor logs and openings and closings and blue eyes and blue sheets and...
December 2011
30 posts
anti-climatic confessional
i am a sick idiot fan of anyone who makes me a mixed CD with “I Saw the Sign” on it.
I still forget how to pack
It’s the two houses. I blame split families exclusively for my inability to pack from one place to another back to the first and still back again like the shuttle run of days.
From my mom’s house back to my dad’s I packed for the overnight in a backpack rather than toting all the luggage. Still I managed an extra day’s worth of clothes but nothing to sleep in.
So my dad loaned me a Bruce...
“Comedy is a distortion of what is happening, and there will always be something...”
– Steve Martin. again.
“Through the years, I have learned there is no harm in charging oneself up with...”
– Steve Martin, in response to his own quote from a letter to his then girlfriend, “I have decided my act is going to go avant-guard. It is the only way to do what I want.”
