All thanks to my brilliant husband for pointing this out. Also this gave me an excuse to re-watch The Holy Mountain trailer and may I just say, *raises gathered fingers to puckered lips* mwah. Exquisite.
Archive for April, 2018
Who Wore It Better
April 25, 2018Huh
April 20, 2018It occurred to me this morning while playing Bobby McFerrin’s song “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” for my son that some of the things he suggests brushing off are actually totally worth worrying over.
Ain’t got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don’t worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don’t worry, be happy
Somebody came and took your bed
Don’t worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don’t worry, be happy
Oh, ooh ooh ooh oo-ooh ooh oo-ooh don’t worry, be happy
Here I give you my phone number, when you worry, call me, I make you happy, don’t worry, be happy)
Don’t worry, be happy
Ain’t got no cash, ain’t got no style
Ain’t got no gal to make you smile
Don’t worry, be happy
‘Cause when you worry your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don’t worry, be happy
Here I give you my phone number, when you worry, call me, I make you happy, don’t worry, be happy)
Don’t worry, be happy
Ain’t got no cash, ain’t got no style
Ain’t got no gal to make you smile
Don’t worry, be happy
‘Cause when you worry your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don’t worry, be happy
Except for being single, which is not necessarily worrisome (depending on the context), you really should be concerned about being homeless, unstylish and poor! (Somehow this theoretical person in need of cheering up manages to be both homeless and behind on his rent, though.) At the end of the song, Bobby sings something like, “I’m not worried, I’m happy!” Of course you’re not worried, Bobby! You’ve got all those nice top ten hit royalties!
Design Blogging
April 16, 2018I wish I were a design blogger so I could just post these pictures of drawings by Lithuanian artist Aiste Stancikaite and be like, “Day’s work: complete!”
Sidenote: pink satin underwear would be nice to own.
Also nice.
Who Is This Reader
April 12, 2018On my favorite listserv of all time, Freecycle, a Brooklynite gives away the following selections from his/her library. What kind of picture can one draw from this? (Keeping in mind, of course, that these books are the ones the poster does not feel inclined to hold on to… )
1. Portnoy’s Complaint
2. The Romanov Prophecy
3. Captain Underpants
4. The Mysterious Affair at Styles
5. The Deep End of the Ocean
6. Sybil
7. The Kiss and Other Stories
Personally I am not planning on schlepping out to Bensonhurst to grab these. Portnoy’s Complaint was hands down the most aggravating book I have ever read.
Utterly Confused
April 10, 2018
This was on Netflix’s home page. Is Netflix just… buying whole people now? What does it mean that they’re “all-in”? Is anyone else thoroughly creeped out by this?!
A Very Literary Problem
April 10, 2018I really dislike openly displaying sentiment, or attachment to things, particularly things that a lot of people feel sentimental about, but I can’t really avoid it when I discuss this topic. Brief disclaimer.
So probably you guys remember almost seven (!) years ago, I stayed at Shakespeare & Company, the famous English language bookstore in Paris. I danced a drunken jig outside the shop after a Will Self reading, I read Bernard Shaw’s Saint Joan late into the night, I had a mystical experience afterward: it was all gravy.
Fast forward to 2016. The history book on the shop, which I had done the tiniest bit of work on when I was there, came out. Though it was something like 40 Euros and I had to pay for shipping to London, I splurged and got it for myself. But then, some very thoughtful people ALSO got it for me. And now I have two.
I don’t really like to own multiple copies of books (I blame Marie Kondo) but I can’t really bring myself to just give the extra one to Goodwill or put it on my stoop. I feel like it needs to go to a good Tumbleweed home, but I can’t really find any sort of online group that is like, New York City Tumbleweed alums. (Not being on Facebook does not help my cause here.) The only NYC-based person I can find who definitely was a Tumbleweed is Molly Crabapple, but she’s KBD and will probably be like, “Why is this weirdo writing me frantically insisting I take her coffee table book?” (I know she loved it, because her LitHub essay told me so.) If she sees this and reaches out, she’s got dibs, but I’m not holding my breath. So now what? Help me, Internet!
(Not Shakespeare & Company. Just another thing Molly Crabapple and I have in common.)
Very Important Dispatch
April 5, 2018This man––a firefighter who tended to the 1983 bombing of the Hotel Rajneesh, and who was featured briefly in the Netflix doc Wild, Wild Country––looks a lot like Ron Swanson. #superrecognizers unite. End message.
Trigger Warning
April 2, 2018TRIGGER WARNING: Beyond this point, there will be mentions of “trigger warnings.” If the idea of “safe spaces”, prefaces for potentially difficult content, or considering people’s emotions when engaged in academic discourse upsets you, you are advised not to continue reading.
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