January 2011
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Pippi Longstocking! →
I couldn’t finish The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (too boring!) and am frankly a little distressed at its appropriation of one of my favorite childhood characters, but neither of these things matter, particularly. Mostly I’m just glad that now I’m thinking about Pippi Longstocking, which is always a cheerful thing to do. Also about how I’m going to dress up as her for next...
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Detriot is not a food desert →
Ok. I am going to dork out on you for a minute here.
So I’m no hardcore sci-fi fan; I haven’t read anything important. (Except Dune, which M tried to mock me out of to no avail. I am impervious to shame; plus it was worth it.) But sci-fi tv? This is a thing I enjoy. Forty five minutes of spaceships and attractive people with untenable romanticosexual desires complicated by the fact...
People romanticize cowboys for the same reason... →
This piece contains references to almost everything I think about on a daily basis, which is to say: how people look in photographs and why, self-presentation, self-presentation as a lady, friendship, intimacy, geographic determinism, westerns & the west, the city of Los Angeles, books and the people who write them, good/bad writing, whether I know the difference.
Which isn’t to say that my tattoo is ill-advised— only that the next one almost certainly will be.
faithampersandbegorrah:
Oh dear. I’m having some of those inchoate, insistent “Another ill-advised tattoo will solve it*!!” urges.
The shorter men’s tresses are used by chemical... →
Fertilizer and baking products.
“[Car glazed over with ice. Like Batmobile. All contours smoothed. David gets the...”
– David Foster Wallace, in David Lipsky’s Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself. & a decent description of my morning, except that the ice scraper was $2.99 at Walgreens, and it is my first, and it sucks.
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“Taste doesn’t work for reason; reason is a skinny underpaid clerk in the office...”
– Ben Dolnick for the Awl on loving Conor Oberst. (via mcnallyjackson)
This is just as good a time as any to remind everyone that yes, my favorite band is really Hanson and no, you cannot embarrass me by revealing this to friends or strangers or mocking me for it because look, I know exactly how...
Eating like a grown up →
For The Atlantic, take two. This time, instead of writing about my anxieties, I wrote about my mother.
Overheard on the 7 10 from Burbank to JFK: “So I bought thick socks, right? Because, like, the snow? But now I can’t put my boots on. How do people do this??”
Los Angeles, I will miss you the most.
A particular feature of New Year’s eve in California: the 9pm rush of calls and texts (mostly misspelled and exuberant) as the ball drops on Eastern Standard Time. There is always a midwestern straggler somewhere in the hours that follow, but my friends are Los Angeles kids who went to New England colleges and come home for warm winter holidays, so that this has become something of a...