When Charles Shepard, the Charlotte Observer reporter who blew the whistle on Jim Bakker and Praise the Lord Industries, gets Tammy Faye to sign copies of the tell-all book about the scandal ’cause he thinks it would be “a hoot” to give it away at his graduate school auction.
Archive for April, 2011
My friend NZ just attended what sounds like a great wedding at Disney World (who knew?!) and regaled me with a tale of drunken Magic Kingdom antics…
Apparently there is a “new” (at least to me) theory that the world is coming to an end on May 21st. Some reasons I think this may be valid:
1. According to my boss, since the stock market has recovered the rate of divorce has risen 60%.
2. This “blind item”
Wait… what happened?! I wrote a fucking polemic here and WordPress deleted it, and doesn’t WordPress know that a) genius, like lightning, doesn’t strike the same place twice and b) I’m lazy?
(Summary: I don’t believe tween star Demi Lovato was ever in rehab, and if she was, it was for probably two days and for drug abuse and self-mutilation more than any eating problem, which is becoming the new “exhaustion” –– excuse for being troubled/acting strangely if you’re famous and want, in the end, to appear ultimately NOT GUILTY)
A list of meals enjoyed (or considered) by New York Times writer Amy M. Thomas while in Paris:
1. creme-filled pain aux raisins
2. the Cornet Vegetarien –– a sandwich of fresh greens, grated carrots and fennel, marinated onions and thinly sliced avocado, dressed with olive oil and honey and dusted with chives and lime zest
3. Sauteed squid with oranges and green olives and a “delicious” bottle of Cotes-du-Rhone
4. A dollop of mozzarella dusted with black pepper and vanilla
5. Pear crumble served with buckwheat ice cream and grapefruit compote
6. Oyster tapioca with blood sausage and dried duck meat
7. Smoked herring marinated in olive oil and served with pickled onions
8. Steamed cod and baby spinach
9. Bespoke millefeuille
10. Rose, chocolate and pistacho macarons
11. Endive, walnut, Stilton cheese, apple salad
12. John Dory with coriander, lime, and tomato compote
13. Black cod with daikon
14. Brochettes of Parmesan covered salsifis
15. A melange of banana, passion fruit, rum, granite, and cream
Apparently I’m having a “thoughtlet” week (Kay Ryan’s term for Twitter-friendly half-ideas) which is bad but we’ll roll with it. Two things:
1. In my dream last night I had a pair of peach-colored leather pants? And they actually didn’t look horrendous.
2. Not one but TWO people on my subway car this morning were reading Rhonda Byrnes’ The Secret. For shame.
I also (this could be 3?) came up with the skeleton of a theory about the Internet, blogging/MySpace/social networking, and the notion of “audience” in the work of David Foster Wallace (after reading reviews for The Pale King, which I’m awaiting anxiously) but I think it’s either not fleshed out enough or too obvious to unpack.
A poem? as “slim as [a] runway model…”
Very few things annoy me as much
as women who blog about breastfeeding
Doesn’t “re-blogged” just mean “stolen” or “plagiarized”?
Good band name, eh?
A list of trinkets Flaubert brought home from the Orient, courtesy of biographer Geoffrey Wall via idol JT:
“Hashish, ‘something specia’ from Cairo. One small crocodile, Nubian, embalmed. Ten feet of gold-embroidered fabric (wool and silk) from Beirut. Rosaries, eight dozen, from Jerusalem. One rose, ditto, blessed on the Holy Sepulchre… Marble from the Temple of Apollo, one piece… Flowers, for Louis Bouilhet, picked from just by the door of a brothel in Pompeii.”
For a great juxtaposish, I should put the list of things Biggie had on him when he died right here. But I won’t.
This is also fairly Kafka-esque, or perhaps the directions to a specific room in the monolithic building where Jonathan Pryce works in Brazil:
The door to the staircase from the lobby has a push button lock.
The key button code is 521.
There are five buttons aligned vertically that can be pushed
The top button is 1
The bottom button is 5
To press 521 and open that door press:
I’m still working on a phrase with which I can “tag” these things that make me feel like I’m living in a Kafka story, or a work by Barthelme, or some other piece of writing in which the world is unsettling and scary but not exactly dangerous…
The synopsis of this morning’s CBS Sunday Morning as provided by DirectTV:
Family pets; Dean Koontz; Isabella Rossellini; bats; the Middle Georgia Koi and Goldfish Show.