I am happy to take on the job of Blog Euthanizer, even though I know no such thing exists yet. I am, however, someone of a prophet when it comes to technological advances in that a few years ago, I predicted the coming of the E-Undertaker, a person who dismantles the social media of someone who passes away. What I would like to do is troll the Internet and destroy blogs that are horribly maintained –– the exact rules will be determined by a tribunal of “experts” who will be gathered together in a conference room at a midtown Marriott some time in April. (To apply, contact Siobhan. You know how to get her.)
Archive for February, 2013
New Public Service
February 28, 2013A Tweet
February 26, 2013I just picked a wedgie on the street in Borough Park. Waiting for the modesty squad to haul me off. #modestysquadofBPinc
That’s how you do it, right?
File This Under “Duh?”
February 25, 2013According to the Times, science tells us that a “Mediterranean diet” could reduce your risk of heart disease. Somebody back me up here –– wasn’t that common nutritional knowledge by now? (Do we just feel better that we can quantify it?)
Freelancing Opportunities
February 23, 2013CHARISMA MAGAZINE
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What exactly is an “independent charismatic church?” Anyone?
My MySpace Mood
February 22, 2013
I envied the shit out of Shirley Temple’s hair when I was a kid.
Apparently…
February 22, 2013… in my mind it’s still the eighties and people still get perms.
IS: I think I might have a perm-contact high just by working in venice beach
the whole gallery smells like weed right now and I have no idea where its coming from
me: HAHAHAHAHAHAH
IS: I have to talk to my sponsor about this
me: omg
wait
not as funny as how i first interpreted it
which is embarrassing
but when you said “perm-contact high”
i thought you meant like
from hairspray or products
Wait… What?
February 20, 2013Many in the tri-state area have probably heard the sordid tale of Rob Morrison, CBS news anchor (well, former) and resident of my hometown, that glorious bastion of WASP repression. Apparently Morrison strangled his wife and his mother-in-law called the police and he’s saying it’s not a big deal and she (m-in-law) is saying that it is and yadda yadda yadda.
It’s all kind of boring, except for one small thing about the night, via Gothamist:
“It’s believed that Ashley Morrison hit her husband to beat him away while he was choking her, according to the Post’s sources. Another detail about the evening: The couple was watching Mystic Pizza before the alleged altercation.”
Mystic Pizza?! How could that feel-good movie about a bunch of hard-scrabbled, dough-slinging Portuguese teenagers learning about the world and themselves lead to such violence? How could a night that started so, so right go so, so wrong? Tell me, Morrison! How?!
Texts from my Dad
February 20, 2013Dad: I forgot to tell you I saw Brigitte Nielsen in the hotel lobby in Zurich
I was scared to death
Honestly I’ve never had so many frightening pictures to choose from.
Job Application
February 18, 2013Dear Karl Lagerfeld,
I wrote you some months ago to inquire as to whether or not you had a position open as personal letter delivery girl, but I haven’t heard back yet. Perhaps there is nothing open at the moment, or maybe your HR person didn’t properly pass along my CV, or maybe you considered my stationery (embossed maroon genitalia adorned the envelope flap?) too prosaic, but I do hope you will forgive me for trying once more to seek employment with your outfit.
I would like to offer my services as a maid to your miraculous feline, Choupette. I suppose these positions –– there are two maids, no? –– are clambered over by fashionable French maids all the time, but I must state unequivocally that I love your cat more than they do. She is, as you say, a stunning beauty –– a face to rival Ingrid Bergman’s, locks luscious enough to put Catherine Deneuve’s to shame, and a grace so awe-inspiring it’s an insult to compare it to that of the Bolshoi ballerinas. I want nothing more in my life than to maintain the diary of her day, which I will do in painstakingly neat handwriting, and to scrub her Goyard feeding bowls with soft-bristled toothbrushes. I will even soothe her when she wakes up from her nightmares. If I cannot devote my being to Choupette as a nun would sacrifice her womb to Christ, I will promptly throw myself in the Seine clutching that precious image of her as a kitten playing with the iPad.
I am an ideal employee for this situation as I have a lot of experience with cats, although admittedly none as regal as your beloved, and also in that I don’t mind at all being humiliated and dehumanized at every turn.
References available upon request.
My best, and I do hope to be hearing from you very soon,
Itinerant Daughter
Choupette, your purr is my siren song.
Alice Attie
February 17, 2013Honestly, I thought I was maybe the most interesting micrographic artist of my time, but clearly I’m totally delusional and not hip to the jive, because Alice Attie’s stuff blows me out of the water. My roommate told me that a strange woman would sit in her philosophy seminars and do what appeared to be doodles all throughout class, and then it turned out that she was working on projects for the below exhibition, which I’m terribly sorry to have missed:
And here is an older piece of hers, just for posterity’s sake:
UGH I hate myself.
I’m working on a rather large scale piece as a gift to my professional soul mate, but I think I might just give up now that I know of Attie (bad joke.)
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