August 2008
1 post
modern day hero →
July 2008
16 posts
so i guess i'm halfway to scientology →
character tropes →
WHY HAVE I BEEN READING THIS FOR 2 HOURS????????????????
probably true →
anecdotes
Apparently a man my aunt knows once ate too much corn and drank too much beer. The corn began to ferment in the beer in his stomach and the gas produced gave him hallucinations. He had to have his stomach pumped.
This was about 20 years ago, and she still can’t look at the guy without having it pop immediately to mind.
“From a distance the camera fixates on the two as they languish in green fields,...”
– Brideshead Revisited, revisited
“The town was small, worse than a village, and in it lived almost none but old...”
– Chekhov, via James Wood
pick your poison →
“…in a city less promiscuously blessed with great restaurants…”
– classic bruni
“Once I put bacon on a twinkie. It tasted better than you’d think.”
– anon
this is the best day of my life
AT LAST
I’m sitting in the kitchen drinking, it’s thundering, and occasionally a flash of blue streaks across the skylight.
June 2008
45 posts
the last mistress
Catherine Breillat, a director with whom I have no prior experience, is apparently noted for her disturbing, probingly intense visions of female sexuality and the thorny navigations of sexual politics.
Marigny, a man about to marry the love of his life, relates the story of his tempestuous relationship with the woman known as Vellini, his former mistress, to his fiancee’s...
THANKS FOR THE ADVICE, JOHN
me: i dont know why im so tired...
Fut18000: I do
getting closer and closer to losing all touch with reality is exhausting
In spanish
the word for sketchy is verde!!!
But according to Richard, there’s no negative connotation.
“Excess in love, indeed the only desirable,... →
suburban summer nights
It’s weird, considering that I really, truly hated this town growing up, how improbably nice it seems sometimes; especially this summer, alone in the house with the grandmother, air conditioner turned off because it’s not too hot, and the fan oscillating around my hot little room; soft, whirr. The bathroom window’s open, and the muslin curtain ruffles with the wind. You can see...
Got Sousa? →
New York mayor Fiorello LaGuardia's favorite... →
Death of the Semicolon; Slate
There’s a hole in my foot. When I woke up, there was a cat on my face.
I have become a southern rustic
O’hagan and I just lay outside in the parking lot, barefoot and in bikinis, drinking coke out of cans.
O’hagan: You know what would be great right now? Me: What? O’hagan: An ocean track…
…..
The dapper, graying 65-year-old in the well-tailored (RL Purple?) suit next to me on the LIRR was definitely reading Marie Claire. And reading a page that said “55% of Marie Claire readers would have sex with a woman if it was discreet!” for about 25 of the 30 minutes on the train…
aka why will & grace made it →
“Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt spent $10,000 on guns because Spencer wants to be...”
– InTouch
a man shoves lobster tails down his pants! →
“Once Woods tried out four drivers that Nike was experimenting with and told the...”
– David Brooks
“A former bundler to Hillary Clinton just called in to tell me that Barack...”
– NY Observer
“Girls who do nothing must prove they can become famous for doing nothing, and...”
– NY Mag on how reality has finally become more absurd than fiction.
Dream Song 14
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly) “Ever to confess you’re bored means you have no
Inner Resources.” I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature,...
carpe diem →
Black Sea, Mark Strand
One clear night while the others slept, I climbed the stairs to the roof of the house and under a sky strewn with stars I gazed at the sea, at the spread of it, the rolling crests of it raked by the wind, becoming like bits of lace tossed in the air. I stood in the long, whispering night, waiting for something, a sign, the approach of a distant light, and I imagined you coming closer, the dark...
“Do you know what’s similar between soap operas and picture books?
How...”
– Jordana
ON CARTOON REDESIGN
the love of form is a love of endings
“She chooses knowledge over solace. In other words, you can have your faith; I prefer the turmoil of my unbelieving mind. Emily Dickinson did too. Death kept her intellect company. No ideas for either one of them without the acute consciousness of fatality. If poetry is knowledge, it is a forbidden one. These are not the kind of thoughts Mommy and Daddy are thinking as they sit in the...
Signs and Symbols →
I was browsing the New Yorker’s website today when I saw that they had put up one of my favorite stories. It’s classic Nabokov: every sentence is so perfectly constructed that you begin to believe in the idea of ludic reading. It’s also clever on that meta-pomo level that Nabokov is probably responsible for mainstreaming; but whereas a book like Lolita is filled with the kind of...
Galbanum...is listed as a sweet herb in chapter 30... →
“Just push back on the snout with the palm of your hand and blow in its face,”...”
– Walruses, NY Times
my blueberry nights
After too many pierogies and too much wine, I finally saw the new Wong Kar Wai; his first english language feature.
Interestingly, the credits list him both as a co-writer and as the “story” writer, as if the two things are different, which for him they must have been, since his English is not quite fluent.
The lack of fluency doesn’t appear anywhere in the sumptuously...
“Serena van der Woodsen is a victim; Blair Waldorf, who’s had just as many...”
– TV Victims
