Shabbat Shalom!

September 9, 2011

A list for Friday:

39 Categories of Work Prohibited on the Sabbath

Sowing
Plowing
Reaping
Binding sheaves
Threshing
Winnowing
Selecting
Grinding
Sifting
Kneading
Baking
Shearing wool
Washing wool
Beating wool
Dyeing wool
Spinning
Weaving
Making two loops
Weaving two threads
Separating two threads
Tying
Untying
Sewing stitches
Tearing
Trapping
Slaughtering
Flaying
Tanning
Scraping hide
Marking hides
Cutting hide to shape
Writing two or more letters
Erasing two or more letters
Building
Demolishing
Extinguishing a fire
Kindling a fire
Putting the finishing touch on an object
Transporting an object between a private domain and the public domain, or for a distance of 4 cubits within the public domain
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I feel like the hardest would be “selecting.”  I select, like, all the time.

Fashion’s Night Out

September 8, 2011

Tonight is Fashion’s Night Out, the annual event when people celebrate the fashion industry by forming crowds, standing in lines, and looking pissed off.  I will be honoring the occasion by going home, trying to get some work done, giving up and resorting to drinking tall boys, eating pizza, and watching my new obsession, Dance Moms on Lifetime, of which yes, I am very ashamed.

All the while dressed like my new muse, Kathy Bates in Misery.

Gotta get fat, ugly, and/or "touched" to snag an Oscar.

 

WANTED: American Spiritual Martyr

September 8, 2011

We here at The World Inc. (a 501C3 corporation) have an opening for a martyr with a spiritual bent in our North American division.

Qualifications: Male and female applicants will be considered, but we are particularly looking for someone young (between the ages of 17 and 30) as we want our martyr to commit to a life of asceticism for years or to perish at a relatively early age.  A basic knowledge of both Western and Eastern philosophy required; deeper understanding of theology, lives of Catholic saints, the works of Saint Augustine, Simone Weil, Anaxagoras, Kierkegaard, Gandhi, and Wole Soyinka preferred.  Candidates will likely have struggled with spirituality and sense of self in their youth, be naturally somewhat sickly/delicate and have a history of experimentation with Buddhism, pacifism, fundamentalism (of some kind or another,) and/or adolescent self-mutilative behaviors.  No higher education necessary, though applicants with public speaking experience will be more carefully considered.  Our martyr must be a go-getter, and be willing to go barefoot, shave his/her head, wear a loincloth, and face ridicule, shame, and possible imprisonment when necessary.  An ambivalence toward food and appetite and a downright disdain for sex preferred as well.

Responsibilities: The spiritual martyr will be required to appear publicly at any events he/she deems appropriate, write prolifically, and fast whenever something abhorrent or sacrilege is occurring in the universe.  There is a lot of room for creativity and growth in this position, so the management will not oversee your day-to-day operations.  We are hoping that the candidate we ultimately choose will have a sense of when it is appropriate to lead a march through the streets, lay down in front of army tanks, and release polemics.

Compensation/benefits: Immortality, though ironically, no healthcare.  Accommodations provided by way of a small hut located next to landfill in Newark, New Jersey.  Travel opportunities possible.

Please contact: americanspiritualmartyrjob@gmail.com.  Please include resume and manifesto IN THE BODY OF THE EMAIL.  Attachments will not be opened.  References from former therapists, philosophy professors, gurus, etc. appreciated.

More Genius

September 6, 2011

The Prada store in Marfa, Texas –– fully stocked, never open

Nobody Recognizes My Genius

August 31, 2011

Subtitle: So I’m Forced to Brag About it Myself

Pending Magazine Pitch:

Dear Editor,

Sorry for the unsolicited email, but ———– told me you’d be the right person to contact about this.  I am a writer and editor, currently employed at the ———- Publishers in SoHo.  Recently, I have been in contact with a travel group in the UK called The Adventurists –– theadventurists.com –– tag line: “Fighting to Make the World A Little Less Boring.”  Since 2001 (unofficially), The Adventurists have been leading races, the first being the Mongol Rally, a race from London to Mongolia in which each team drives a vehicle with an engine size under 1 liter.  Since then, they have added other adventures, including the Rickshaw Rally, which runs through India, the Africa Rally, and the Mototaxi Junket, which runs through Peru.  It’s kind of tourism that’s popular right now amongst the young and disaffected (think ex-bond traders) and the middle-aged and slightly bored –– those with the means to pay to take a big risk.

 

That’s the background.

 

In February, they’re doing a trial run of a new adventure, just named “Ice Run” –– a motorcycle (and sidecar) race 1500 kilometers across Siberia.  There will be probably sixteen participants, divided into teams of two.  They’ve invited me on to write about the experience if I can find a publication that would be interested in printing the story.  I haven’t yet decided on the arc of it yet, as I think that will determine itself.  I imagine it to be something like Ian Frazier documenting his travels in Siberia for The New Yorker (except instead of mosquitos there will be just snow and instead of a writer who won’t drink vodka with the natives there will be one who… well, will.)

 

I’ll admit straightaway: I’m a pipsqueak, both in a journalistic and physical sense.  I graduated from Columbia University in 2006 and the ————— Nonfiction Writing program in 2010.  I write book reviews for the blog Bookslut.com, bar reviews for New York Magazine, and my agent recently sent out my first book to publishing houses (fingers crossed.)  I have a blog, of course, but who doesn’t?  Physically, I am five foot nothing with blond hair and cute fingers, which my boyfriend says I will likely lose in my journey across the tundra.  But hey, I’ve worked for Anna Wintour and a terminally ill, tempestuous true crime writer.  I’ve hunted Burmese python in the Florida Everglades (true story.)  I think I can handle it.

 

If you’re at all interested or want further info (resume, clips, etc.), please be in touch.  I hope you’re having a lovely summer!

 

Sincerely,

ID

This Is Excellent Cinema

August 30, 2011

Sometimes technology is wack, but sometimes, like when you are haunted by a Lifetime flick you saw when you were a kid, specifically the scene in which Valerie Bertinelli fondles a piece of raw meat, it’s immensely gratifying.

Watch MURDER OF INNOCENCE.

Oh, and PS –– you’re welcome.

Unsatisfying Natural Disasters Lead to Poorly Written Blog Posts

August 28, 2011

I think I blog/write/do in order to keep from feeling idle, which brings forth in me a guilt almost impregnable.  The easiest way of not feeling idle, though, is if external forces make it so that you are participating in something without any real activity on your part.  This is perhaps why I was so thrilled that a hurricane was coming to my area this weekend.  (This the same week as an east coast earthquake –– TGIA = Thank G-d It’s the Apocalypse!)  My roommates and I shopped for supplies (read: liquor) and prepared the Netflix queue and sat in anxious anticipation.  Everythingelse –– blog posts, unfinished essays, existential crises, etc. –– would have to wait until after the storm.  But the storm, unfortunately, never came, and because of its absence the surge of motivation I wanted to do do do also never arrived.  I remain limp without a maelstrom outside to make me stand at attention.

So… here is what I was planning on saying before the storm:

My friend MH and I, much to the amusement of her husband, make lists every season of new clothing we would like, and this past list I wanted to cite a picture of Edie Sedgwick in which she wears a maxi silk (?) dress (gown?) that has sleeves so long they go over her hands, and yet even though I knew I had seen the picture before, I couldn’t find it for the life of me.  Until yesterday, when, biding time, I relapsed on an old addiction (Edie was someone I thought gorgeous when I was young and stylishly sad) and found exactly what I wanted:

 

She looks pretty badass, yes?  Unfortunately maxi dresses don’t look good on me, as I’m not a waif, but rather a miniature Barbie figure (according to my BF’s sister’s mother-in-law… awkward, I know.)

I straight up “stole” this picture from another blog (run by two teenagers –– I’m assuming –– whose handles are Sienna893 and LilStarGirl or something equally twee and egomaniacal) on which the administrator posted something really silly like, “Please don’t just take these pictures and reblog without giving credit, xoxo!”  You’re probably 14 years old and blogging pictures taken by photographers in the late sixties, and you’re claiming ownership?  Modern life is so sad and empty.

Speaking of sad and empty, one last Edie reference before I leave behind that adolescent fixation until… I am feeling bored and itchy yet again.

I want this necklace:

mybondageaccessories.shop.com

Charity

August 26, 2011

I am planning to propose to A&E (or maybe I’ll go out of pity to TLC first because they always get A&E’s sloppy seconds) a television show a la Hoarders and Intervention but in which the camera follows around for a few days two hardworking folks who make some mistakes, sure, cause they’re human but for the most part are fighting the good fight and trying to be honest people/good parents/nonviolent beings/contributing members of society/decent employees/et al and at the end, there’s a little intervention during which the people in their lives come together to tell them, “Hey, you know what?  You’re pretty great.  Life is tough, I know, but you’re doing okay, and you deserve some slack!”  Then the “interventionist” whisks them away in a white minivan to take them to the airport where they fly off to Malibu or Arizona or somewhere else warm and dry to a spa/self-discovery retreat/private island where they are given fresh meals and early bedtimes and yoga classes galore.

Well done, normal people.  Well done.

Intervention Quotes

August 24, 2011

I’m beginning to compile a list of the best quotes from Intervention (the second Intervention-based list I have in progress these days which… says a lot… about my life, and my hobbies) and I have to stop and admire the insane white trashy logic of this statement:

“Now there’s foster homes out there and I don’t want the baby in a foster home.  We want the best for the baby, and if it takes us keeping it to keep the best for it, then that’s what I want.”

Grandpa, on why he doesn’t want his meth addict granddaughter’s baby put in foster care

Real Estate Obsession

August 15, 2011

Brooklyn Navy Yard