They’re ready to go!
Happy Almost-Birthday/Passover
April 15, 2014A Tweet
April 10, 2014I want to have a roundtable on social media with Jonathan Franzen and Fran Lebowitz. I probably should get some people to represent the other side, but why bother?
Sei Shonagon: Feminist?
April 8, 2014From 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, 2014Lily 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, 2014More 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?
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, 2014Here you are, dear!
Bane?
You Know You Are a Nerd…
March 31, 2014when you get starstruck seeing the very pretty bookstore maven Sarah McNally at a Park Slope eatery. SARAH I LOVE YOU!
A Freelancer’s Life
March 28, 2014Sometimes when you’re a freelancer, you write two essays a day. Sometimes you talk to 70 high school kids for three hours. Sometimes you peruse Amazon.com for “fridge magnets” (yes, I am currently obsessed with fridge magnets) and find yourself cackling to yourself on your couch, your hands covered in Cheez-It dust, when you find this:
YESSSS
Who Wrote It?
March 26, 2014“In France one realizes immediately that one is living in a world of adults; the children take second place. With us, as everyone knows, the children seem to come first. As a result we have men and women who have never matured, who are eternally dissatisfied, and who have no real respect for anything, least of all for one another. Is not much of the morbid, frenetic activity of the American traceable to the restlessness and discontent of childhood? The needless destruction and reconstruction which is constantly going on, presumably in the name of progress, is of a pattern with the behavior of the spoiled child who, weary of his building blocks, destroys with a sweep of the hand what he has struggled for hours to create. The only valid reality with us seems to be that of kindergarten.”
A) Hanna Rosin
B) Anais Nin
C) Pamela Druckerman
D) Mireille Guiliano
E) Adam Gopnik
F) Other (Name: ________)
MY BIRTHDAY
March 25, 2014When I was a child, I used to pour over the catalogs that came into our house and carefully note the items I wanted to purchase. I’ve always been meticulous in charting my desires, and though my parents and boyfriend (this one’s for you, sweetheart!) make fun of me for obsessively making lists (my book wish list is divided into need to buy and have purchased but not read) I find a great, though empty, comfort in it. Herewith, thirty things you, my loyal readers, are welcome to give me for my 30th birthday, a bit more than one month away:
1. DSM-V
2. P-Touch labelmaker
3. Bensimon sneakers
4. An old school Gameboy with Tetris and ONLY TETRIS
5. Popover tin
6. This mug
7. Tiny sheepskin rug
8. Any piece of jewelry that has a human body part on it (like a hand or an eye.) This sounds cryptic, but examples abound.
9. Gold mascara
10. Any patterned turban
11. A laminating machine
12. Any lounge pants that can be worn on the couch or outside, to fit my freelancer’s lifestyle
13. Mini stairs!!!
14. Dorothy Parker doll
15. The Tenant on DVD (yes, I still want to own physical DVDs)
16. Cool frum skirts
17. Anything from the Evolution Store
18. Le Creuset anything
19. This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen:
20. Illustrated Tender Buttons, as featured on this website
21. New bathing suits (athletic and not)
22. A tray made by my friend EM, mosaic artist
23. an endless supply of Meyer’s candles
24. Bunny chair, also featured on this site
25. A keychain (lame, I know, but you have the potential to get creative with this one!)
26. Chanel pearl bobby pins
27. An assistant (for just one day a week)
28. Millions of pairs of black opaque tights
29. File cabinet
30. A $500 gift certificate to a cool independent bookstore… OH WAIT…
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