“If being with you were like being alone, I would want to be with you all the time; I would walk around the house without washing my hair and wearing green eye cream, singing The All-American Rejects and cracking my knuckles: it sounds really great!”—Tess Lynch
I went to see Kick-Ass two days ago. It was pretty much what I expected, which is to say - Kill Bill meets Spy Kids. Not really my thing. I did kind of enjoy Hit Girl, though, and Nicholas Cage was pretty awesome, too. I wanted to see more of their fucked up relationship/home life. (Like Kill Bill meets Matchstick Men? That sounds cool, right?)
I also went to see The Joneses, which had an interesting premise (faux-family hired to mimic Stepford lifestyle as a means of selling pricey products to rich, suburban folk), but a large potential for suckage (I can’t remember the last time Demi Moore was in a movie I thought was good. Oh wait, yes I can, it was The Hunchback of Notre Dame). And it didn’t suck! It actually held my attention the whole time, and walked a fine line between dark satire and sentimental moralizing tale. It was even kind of romantic. It wasn’t a great film, but I liked it, and I am notoriously hard to please at the movie theater. (If you’re going to charge me $11 for something, it better not make me feel like napping. I can recreate that at home with a bath, a glass of wine, and a dense novel, thanks.)
“But I will tell you this: The moment you, the female listener, break up with your internal Rivers Cuomo, the moment you renounce this particular mode of male expression and declare it no longer desirable or cute, the moment you no longer confuse the feeling of wanting to take a boy home and make him soup and somehow fix all his problems via blow job with love, is the moment that you’re free. Because, at that point, you no longer care so much about his feelings. You still care, of course, about those. But never more than you care about your own.”—Sady Doyle in her brilliant piece on how Rivers Cuomo messed us all up over at The Awl (via girlperson)
“But if I’m anything around others, it’s polite. Too polite. I don’t want to cause trouble. I’m like that character in old westerns who tends the bar, who says things like, “Easy there, Tom” to the swaggering cowboy who waltzes in with a gun. “We don’t want no trouble here McLaren,” I stammer, as I wipe down the bar for the twelfth time. I want to be the guy with the gun!”—apocalypstick
I Know You're Sick of Me Gushing About New York, but
Tonight I saw one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen in my life!
As the bus was approaching the city, the skyline suddenly rose up beside us, bright and and gigantic, and hovering over the Empire State Building was the largest golden full moon I have ever seen. It was unbelievable. I didn’t even recognize it as the moon, at first. It looked unreal. My jaw literally dropped and I sat there gaping at it. I tried to take a picture with my phone but we were approaching the tunnel too quickly and the moment was gone.
All I could think was I have to call my dad! I have to tell him about this moon!
“But I would like to make it clear that if any ideas are to be found in what I write, those ideas came after the writing. I mean, I began by the writing, I began by the story, I began with the dream, if you want to call it that. And then afterwards, perhaps, some idea came of it. But I didn’t begin, as I say, by the moral and then writing a fable to prove it.”—Jorge Luis Borges (via thebronzemedal)
I’m riding the Megabus back to New York right now. RIGHT NOW! This bus has free wifi (though it didn’t work on my way here), lots of open seats, a double decker, and the trip back cost me $5. That’s my kind of transportation.
I’m in the front seat on the top level so I have a huge window right in front of me. I’m easily carsick, but it’s kind of cool anyway. Being able to use my laptop during the ride is such a luxury.
It’s strange that New York is home now. I get to come back to this amazing, lit up city. It makes me feel brave and excited, making my way home on the subway at night. I really do love New York.
“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life, I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”—
“Tools will teach themselves to you if you mold your body to them and peer into their crevices. This is what language does. You mash the syllables with your tongue until they tell you their shape. You invent words until you’ve invented one that already exists. You behave stupidly, ignorantly, until your errors are glaring and brilliant and white and reflective, and then you do something else.”—
Although my schedule is going to be all over the place for a week or so while I train, I recently found out that I’ll typically be working evenings 3 - 11:30 (including weekends), meaning I don’t get home until at least 12:15 at night. This has been the case for the past two nights, and it’s been a pretty difficult adjustment, as my last job entailed waking up at 5:30 AM and going to bed around 9 (9:30 AT THE LATEST).
Guys, I’m so tired.
I guess I forgot how exhausting it is to have a job OTHER THAN conducting photobooth photoshoots of myself posing in my kitchen because the light is better there and making chocolate covered strawberries for myself literally every other night.
On the plus side, last night I dreamed I was telling someone about the difference between Paul Walker handsome (I think I likened his eyes to those of that Barbie doll who had blue rhinestones for eyes) and Paul Rudd handsome (charisma handsome!).
It’s such a relief to know I’m having deep thoughts even when I’m in my post-work coma.
People in movies and my dreams are always meeting in bookstores. They are always young and attractive and their eyes lock while they’re wandering the aisles aimlessly.
This is all wrong.
To meet cute correctly, in a bookstore, you must WANT to be in a bookstore. And people who want that, who truly want that, are never perusing. They are groveling. They are kneeling before the literary gods. They are on their hands and knees because they are more interested in finding a copy of whatever it is they’re looking for than they are in looking romantic and wistful.
There are not enough of us. The books on the bottom shelves too often go untouched. When I fall in love in a bookstore, I will also be in the process of wrinkling my skirt. I will be half-cringing under the disdainful gaze of the non-crouchers. I will be hunkering down with something amazing and I will be startled to meet your eyes at knee-level.
“Jealousy is just a map, that’s all it is. If you’re jealous of someone, what it is is “Oh why aren’t I there?” and then all it is is the point you want to go to on a map, and you’ve just got to fill in the path to get there. That’s all it is, that’s all jealousy is. If you think of jealousy as “Oh, it means that I am less of a person or I’m wrong or I’m..”, then of course you’re going to get stuck in this dark black pit that you’re not gonna to get out of, but if you think “It’s a map, oh…”—
Patton Oswalt in Comedy and Everything Else podcast #48. (via garlock) (via leilacohan)
I read this quote yesterday and I honestly haven’t been able to get it out of my head. It was surprising when I realized how many times I felt jealous throughout the day, but when I started repeating jealousy is a map, I felt better, cleaner.
So, I know I’ve previously discussed a few of my favorite tumblrs, but I wanted to quickly acknowledge a few new favorites (and some old favorites). I have to love you pretty hard to follow you in the first place, but great new blogs just keep popping up, and it’s taking me longer and longer to read through my dashboard every day. But I DO because I really enjoy reading it.
For me, right now, blogging, and reading blogs has become the number one most therapeutic aspect of my life. I want to read about everyone’s day, about things that annoy them and make them happy. I want to see the pictures they think are pretty and read the quotes that inspire them. Tumblr has become such a trove of amazing thoughts and humor and affection and I’m really glad I’m able to make time to be a part of it.
If you’re looking for new people to follow, here are a few I’d recommend.