…these days.
If only my crying looked this pretty...
I Do Not Like My Writing
September 16, 2009Alright Seriously
September 15, 2009Seriously? People are still making shows about women who have twenty babies at one time? Eight Million Kids and Counting? Please make it stop. It’s really totally disgusting. And I hate to play Captain Obvious here, but how is it dogmatically sanctioned to pump your body full of unnatural hormones in order to get pregnant with the sextuplets you will then raise with “very strong Christian values” (including: not letting them watch television but having their entire adolescences documented on that very same broadcaster of societal evils) and it’s somehow NOT okay to exterminate one tiny little fetus that is definitely NOT a person yet? It makes zero sense, and somehow I think God, in his infinite wisdom, gets that. He’s not stupid, and he doesn’t appreciate your hypocritical procreating habits.
MICHELLE DUGGAR I AM TALKING TO YOU.
Back At The End
September 15, 2009Some day, later on in my life, I will come back to Montauk in September, alone, or with someone/people I love. I will eat sushi at West Lake Clam and Chowder House and watch the fishermen gut their catch on the wooden table next to me. I will wear my blue Montauk dress. I will swim in the ocean late at night, when the sharks come close to shore. I will pay the twenty dollars to swim in the salt pools at Guerney’s Inn. I will read and I will let it be quiet. Silence is a gift. I will never again take it for granted.
Reasons I am happy to be here:
cable television
the ocean
Reasons I am not:
The fat, semiretarded cat I found licking itself on my bed last night when I checked in
bugs
my boss living next door
No internet in my room
Where Is the Dwelling Place of God?
September 13, 2009“God dwells wherever man lets him in.”
~A Chasidic Rebbe. Whose name I don’t know.
Goodnight/morning.
Red Flags!
September 13, 2009This is one of my favorite lists to make! When you meet a person who does/is this, run in the other direction…
Has two first names
Is a Roman numeral (John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith the III)
Is a Doctor, and calls him/herself “Dr. First Name”
Speaks about him or herself in the third person
If he/she is on a television show and is speaking English but has subtitles any way
For girls (dating): men really into Freud
For guys (dating): women really into Grey’s Anatomy
People who “can’t get a vein”
People who enjoy hearing their own voice tape recorded
blink too often
talk a lot about their workout regimens or dietary habits
swear in foreign languages
have an accent that does not correspond with where they GREW UP (and yes, Madonna, I’m talking about you, and if you didn’t exhibit this red flag, you’d be screwed any way. See two prior.)
There are about eight million more, but I needed to publish this so I could start drafting another list. It irritates me when there are too many unfinished drafts…
My Friend Writes Me Beautiful Letters
September 13, 2009She said this:
“We have something esoteric and rare and here I go adulterating it with social networking and a fake internet self. This thing I am showing you avoids the mandate to write something “that doesn’t suck” by utilizing the writing of others. Self-expression by proxy (I like that idea).”
By-Proxy is all I feel capable of right now:
Dear diary, I’m afraid I’m gravely ill. It is perhaps times like these that one reflects on things past. An article of clothing from when I was young. A green jacket. I walk with my father. A game we once played. Pretend we’re faeries. I’m a girl faerie. My name is Laura Lee. And you’re a boy faerie. Your name is Tita Lee. Pretend, when we’re faeries we fight each other, and I say “Stop hitting me I’ll die!” And you hit me again and I say, “Now I have to die.” And then you say, “But I’ll miss you.” And I say, “But I have to. And you’ll have to wait a million years to see me again. And I’ll be put in a box, and all I’ll need is a tiny glass of water and lots of tiny pieces of pizza and the box will have wings like an airplane.” And you’ll ask, “Where will it take you?” “Home.” I say.
(Tag: Tiny Pieces of Pizza.)
(The font change is really pissing me off.)
A Dream, Again
September 11, 2009The day is rainy…I’m off work, and feeling languid, and lonely.
Last night/this morning:
I wore tights with a black seam up the back
The movie Coco Before Chanel
At least three missed flights, and a bridge in Chicago
Fat Chance, Kiddo!
September 10, 2009So when I was at writing camp this year, we had to write letters to anyone, essentially, and mine was, apparently, kind of funny. (It was to Ryan Gosling, on whom I have a gigantic crush. I saw him once, and I think the tone of his voice when he said, “Hello” implied that he really wanted to marry me, so that’s where the letter starts.) My teacher told me I should submit it somewhere, but where? The only two suggestions from the class were the now-defunct XX Files (of The Washington Post) and Shouts and Murmurs, of the venerable and infamous New Yorker. I feel kind of stupid submitting to the latter, but seeing as I don’t know where else to go (water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink) I think I’ll just bite the bullet. Besides, who will ever know, except you guys, aka Nobody?
Plus, when I asked my teacher if she thought I should really do it, she said, “Now, you do realize that the chances of getting into Shouts & M is miniscule, it’s merely an exercise, why not submit it, and yes, it does fit the genre, and quite well, but don’t you dare feel the least bit devastated if/when it’s rejected. I still want you to submit it there.”
Color me convinced! The “It’s merely an exercise” really sealed the deal for me. Though I’m still tempted to write a snarky note as a prelude to the piece (also kind of snarky…)
Anyone else think it’s really funny that it’s S&M?
True Story!
September 10, 2009“Tourists are vulgar, vulgar, vulgar!” ~Henry James
Confession
September 10, 2009I like the Olsen twins. Well, I don’t really like them as actresses or public figures, and what do I know of them at their core, as human beings? Zilch. However, I do like their fashion line Elizabeth and James (reasonably affordable, though it’s all relative), and they seem to be trying to adopt a lower profile these days, which is always nice. (We like celebrities more the less we see them? Is that a Trow-ism?) There’s an interview with them in the Bergdorf Goodman catalog this month, which is actually pretty funny because the writer asks a bunch of questions early on that are sort of condescending toward Mary-Kate and she is obviously slightly pissy throughout the remainder. (“Mary Kate, the press makes it sound as if Ashley is pulling the fashion train?” “But when people think of me as not being involved, I have to laugh…” Not in context, these quotes, fyi.)
I digress. As usual.
So in this article, MK and A (I speak Tween) talk about some of their influences, and I’ve gotta hand it to them, cinema-wise…
BG: So talk about The Row and Elizabeth and James.
MKO: Elizabeth and James is a little more trendy. We use a lot of Japanese and Italian fabrics.
AO: We create our own prints.
MKO: We dye old things, and use old wallpapers. We try and do simple, beautiful pieces. Also, we play around with it, trying to do fun, experimental pieces, using three prints, or being inspired by the 60s, or The Lost Boys or Wild at Heart.
Damn, little girl!
