It’s hot in my apartment. I accidentally shut Jack in the closet today while I was out running errands. I think he secretly enjoyed it. Friday night Sarah and Brandon came calling and we stayed up until the wee hours, drinking Boone’s Farm (yes, Boone’s Farm; Fuzzy Navel if you’re keeping score at home) and smoking Marlboro Menthol Lights out on the balcony. We kvetched. We danced to Justin Timberlake. It was therapeutic. Some people…
[for Saturday, Sept. 8] He’s really not as ferocious as he wants to be. Project 365
[for Friday, Sept. 7] There’s a lot I want to say, but I don’t know where to start. There’s a lot I need to say, to get it written down, because writing it down helps make it real, helps it dissolve into the ether that is life. For a long time, I have wanted my life to change. And now everything has changed. Everything. This is a situation of my making. And I’m having a…
I’ve decided that Feist is kind of the lovechild of Cat Power and Charlotte Gainsbourg. I approve of moody brunettes (shocking, isn’t it?) caterwauling and panting lyrics about trees. It’s perfect music for a transition into fall.
Yeah, I made that joke. Sue me. I just bought tickets to Hawaii. I’m all giddy and shit because I’ve never skipped the pond before. Hell, I’ve barely skipped the Mississippi, so this is a big deal for me. I consider the seven-hour layover in Seattle to be part of the adventure. Anyone want to recommend something fun and quick to do at 6 a.m. on a Tuesday in that city? While you’re waiting on…
It’s really hard to feel bad about your crappy hair day when you’re putting together a special section on Holocaust survivors.
[for Wednesday, Sept. 5] Not unlike The Rules, which I love for its sheer ridiculousness and tendency toward parody, this book is all about manipulation and tricksterism. (“It’s not lying; it’s flirting.”) The former promises marriage; the latter promises booty. Both no doubt lead their followers down the path to become horrible people. Which means they are excellent reads. Project 365
Because he writes stuff like this: Next time you hear some particularly moralizing speech, set your watch. You won’t have to wait long before the man who made it is found, crouched awkwardly yet ecstatically while the cistern drips and the roar of the flush maddens him like wine. Bloody brilliant.
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