Archive for April, 2014

Sei Shonagon: Feminist?

April 8, 2014

From The Pillow Book:

“When I make myself imagine what it is like to be one of those women who live at home, faithfully serving their husbands––women who have not a single exciting prospect in life yet who believe that they are perfectly happy––I am filled with scorn.  Often they are of quite good birth, yet have had no opportunity to find out what the world is like.  I wish they could live for a while in our society, even if it should mean taking service as Attendants, so that they might come to know the delights it has to offer.”

Filed Under “Way Too Fucking Soon”

April 8, 2014

Lily Allen’s condolence Tweet about Peaches Geldof:

“My thoughts are with Peaches’ family at this awful time,” singer Lily Allen tweeted. “I hope they get to grieve in peach. Peaches, rest in peace gorgeous girl.”

Hm.  Mistake the result of:

1. NY Daily News

2. Twitter

3. Lily Allen

4. Lily Allen’s HORRIBLE sense of humor

Treif Alert!

April 2, 2014

More freelancer problems: some days you spend all afternoon trying to draw portraits of Clarice Lispector, and they all turn out wrong, because she just looks too damn happy.

This week, if nothing else, at least I finally read The Passion of G.H., which has been on my list for at least five years.  It was strange and boring and exhilarating and transcendent and crass all at once.  Thanks, Lispector!  In the translator’s note was this fittingly eerie anecdote about Clarice’s interaction with a super fan:

“A friend in Brazil told me of a young woman in Rio who’d read Clarice Lispector obsessively and was convinced––as I and legions of other Clarice devotees have been––that she and Clarice Lispector would have a life-changing connection if they met in person.  She managed to get in touch with the writer, who kindly agreed to meet her.  When the young woman arrived, Clarice sat and stared at her and said nothing until the woman finally fled the apartment.”

Holy fuck!  Can you imagine this face staring at you for even more than one second?

Clarice-Lispector

In other news, two days ago, while napping after reading a passage, I dreamed I very reluctantly choked down grilled snake.

A Post for My Idiot Boyfriend

April 1, 2014

Here you are, dear!

Bane?

Bane?