August 2008
Our Aspirations Are Wrapped Up In Books, Our...
At the end of this summer, whose brevity has so taken me by surprise, I only now return to my original goal of doing some reading of the printed page, rather than the digital. I had been reading Claire Messud’s The Emperor’s Children in March or April, but the stress of final exams and papers diminished my reading time more and and more until so much time lapsed between readings that I...
Our State Fair Is a Great State Fair
So I realize that I have taken quite a long break in posting, but this past week has been incredibly busy. It included, but was not limited to:
— a trip to Waterford/Saratoga to visit my mom and grandma in their temporary apartment
— my first time in a casino (although I didn’t gamble)
— my first time at the Saratoga Race Track (where I DID gamble, and won $2.20! Woot!)
...
The Beginnings of a Rock-Afire Obsession
After seeing this video of The Rock-Afire Explosion playing The Arcade Fire’s “Neighborhood #1”, I felt an strange desire to learn more about this creepy robotic beast-band. In short, it’s an animatronic band that used to play at Pizza places around the US (and I think could be booked for shows elsewhere? Still sort of unsure how this worked…) and now there’s...
A Short Story Inspired By A Vogue Photo Spread →
I love this story.
With Hope In Your Hands and Air To Breathe
Yesterday was my last day at work. I put in my notice a couple weeks ago so I could have the last 2 weeks of August to spend some time at home and relax before orientation starts up for Film TAing. I feel pretty relieved that it’s over. The only things I’ll miss are the money, and petting the dogs that walk by. Speaking of which, I finally understood the appeal of the pug yesterday...
CakeWrecks →
Currently enjoying the hell out of this website. I especially love the cake that literally spells out (“Olympics Rings”). Or is that Olynpics?
“I just want to light them on fire and jump through them.”
– Sean, a somewhat drunken observation on my gigantic hoop earrings
And In That Moment, I Swear We Were Infinite
I really want to see this movie when it comes out. I read Kat Dennings blog sometimes which makes me feel oddly protective and supportive of her (this is called over-identification with a celebrity, kids) and who doesn’t love Michael Cera?(The world loves Michael Cera so much that I can only assume there’s going to be some eventual major Michael Cera backlash, as inevitably happens...
Take All Your Big Plans and Break 'Em
So last Wednesday Sean and I took a bus to Toronto to spend a day at Canada’s Wonderland — the largest, and most popular theme park in Canada. (I like how the above photo makes it look like the creepy theme park from one of those Goosebumps books. It doesn’t look like that in real life, I swear.) Although it poured rain the whole bus ride there, it was only sprinkling by the time...
“Oh, how I regret not having worn a bikini for the entire year I was twenty-six....”
– Nora Ephron
How To Ruin My Afternoon
Karma’s on my side today, but for some reason I still feel guilty. I guess I’m uncomfortable with payback, even when I’m the one doing the paying back. If I wasn’t way too cool for emoticons, I’d be posting a slanty-face right now. Good thing I’m so cool.
It's a Bitch, Girl
I’m not sure why, but this song never gets old for me.
Hall and Oates — Rich Girl
If you need a reason to strut around your room lip-synching, feel free to download this and do so.
All The Geeks Get The Girls
So I was just reading this Rolling Stone interview with Seth Rogan and James Franco, and it’s really forcing me to rethink my longstanding crush on Seth. Some choice quotes from the article:
“Franco has since graduated from UCLA with a degree in English. His senior thesis was an episodic novel set in his hometown of Palo Alto, CA. Rogan, by contrast, accidentally broke the nose of a...
What I Bought At Carousel
So this post is a bit delayed, but the obsessive compulsive fashionista in me feels compelled to let you know what I purchased during my trip to Syracuse last week. (I hate the word fashionista. I apologize for using it. Can we think of a better one? No, I am not comfortable with the term shopaholic. How about style conscious consumer? Ew, I hate that, too. Just let it go.)
At H&M: A cheap,...
And Getting Caught In The Rain...
I like girly drinks. Booze that tastes like sour, sugary candy is usually my alcoholic beverage of choice. And after I recently discovered that I kind of like the taste of tequila, I’ve spent the summer trying to come up with the perfect margarita recipe. But no matter how hard I tried, everything I made ended up tasting kind of… off. Even when they were vaguely appetizing, my...
Overheard in Kingston, Or Why I Can't Relate To...
*said without a trace of irony*
Girl: I like guys who have tattoos of their names really big across their backs.
Is It Weirding You Out That I'm Still Talking...
Life Brand Platinum Lemonade — with lime and mint. The lime and mint are super subtle and delicious.
Sticks and Stones and Weed and Bombs
Writing a movie review is something I actually really enjoy doing, but in order for me to be satisfied with it, I need to do a lot of thinking and drafting and carefully crafting (that was weird. I sound like I’m writing “Reviewing by Shel Silverstein”) and I don’t have the time or energy to do that, so I’m just going to say that, in my humble opinion Pineapple...
Ring Up Jeeves and Ask Him To Bring Me "Busty...
Me: Are there better pornos?
Sean: I don't know. I'm not really a porn concierge.
Me: Connoisseur?
Sean: Yeah. That one.
Hellgemony
Last night, I swear to God, I had a dream that involved me saying the sentence “I think the song is conflating the hegemonic values that position the penis as the ideal.”
Holy shit. I haven’t even been reading anything feministy lately.
For those interested — the song in question was a Regina Spektor song about vaginas. It only exists in my dreams. So far.
I Scream You Scream
It’s a good thing I don’t love ice cream, or my job would be very hard. With an ice cream shop on both sides of me, all I do all day is watch people walk by eating it. So many cones.
So Much Time and So Little To Do! Strike That,...
It’s been a busy couple of days, kicked off by a rather unfortunate presentation of Into the Woods, followed by a fortunate evening of indulging in liquor, soda, and chocolate, followed by a decidedly unfortunate morning of nausea, remedied by a fortunate screening of my Into the Woods DVD. And then a trip to Carousel Mall.
In sum: Into the Woods is not only a lyrical masterpiece, but also...
And Oh My Dreams, It's Never Quite As It Seems
Last night I dreamed I was in a horse race where we had to read horse-themed poetry aloud while we raced. I think that’s kind of a cool idea. Although maybe kind of dangerous?
