January 2012
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The Not-So-Retiring Barney Frank
Andrew Goldman: You’ve long argued for the decriminalization of marijuana. Do you smoke weed?
Barney Frank: No.
AG: Why not?
BF: Why do you ask a question, then act surprised when I give an answer? Do you think I lie to people?
AG: I thought you might explain why you support decriminalizing it but don’t smoke it.
BF: Do you think I’ve ever had an abortion?
“I thought he’d instantly pick up on the romanticism of just running away. But...”
– charming
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it’s snowing, big fat flakes. and all i can do i rest my head on the arm of our big stripped armchair. and stare out at the bay. and listen to the fog horn. and think about how many variations of gray there are out there. and make tea in my new teapot. and eat toast with homemade marmalade. and repeat.
a new low
i’ve taken to googling nyt trend piece “writers” so i can shoot daggers at their pictures.
it’s snowing and i’m working from home. what else can i say?
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bondholders have rights, too. human rights. →
this is what comes of classical liberalism.
at some point it became impossible to write anything. i have a few theories but no conclusive answers. i suppose the only way out this horrible hole is to just start writing again without worry as to how horrible, how bad, how awful, how boring. dull. the dullest, most boring, most awful writing anyone has ever read.
here’s to writing more.
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if you read a sense of an ending i would welcome a short discussion! this is another topic on which i have a lot of questions.
self-social justice* plans for mlk jr. day:
makes scones
make tea in my new beautiful teapot
read turn of the screw
go to barre class
*ha! not.
Bathtub Gin →
spring plans!
December 2011
31 posts
i thought that if i reflected on some of wonderful things of 2011 that it might lead to me being a better person, while this is a doubtful supposition on my part, it was worth a shot:
1. my andrew, my darling, my heart, who encourages and loves me in every way, for you, i would cross oceans
2. my beautiful wonderful talented amazing smart gracious kind friends who know me better than i know...
any hope i had for humanity has been dashed by... →
are. you. fucking. kidding. me. i. wish. you. fucking. were.
Anthony Is Right: Critic-Approved Archetypes It... →
anthonyisright:
Post-hardcore E Street Bands.
Female vocalists who sound like they’re auditioning for a Bond theme until they either swear or reference modern conveniences.
Theoretical dance-pop vocalists who apparently abstain from not just auto-tune, but second takes.
Rappers who drop hate speech before…
“I love that I can always count on your southern charm when it comes to pleasant...”
– that’s right, bitches.
the new kinsey scale →
6. Heterosexual, yet still able to wear colors other than brown, olive green, and navy blue (but never pink or yellow, because you’re not some goddam circus clown).
psa
braising your greens (ANY GREENS!! ANY!!!) with bragg’s, and just a tiny amount, is maybe the best thing in this universe. maybe. ever.
New York Times: "Pig," a Play, Roasts the... →
leilacohanmiccio:
pigatumblrforpigarestaurant:
Oh, hey, NBD, just a feature on Diner’s Journal.
At a performance of “Pig: A Restaurant” at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater in Chelsea on Wednesday night, a deranged celebrity chef unveiled a drink list featuring “bacon-infused bourbon” and “pork cheek bitters.” A locavore praised the taste of edible weeds picked along the ...
it happened on the playground
i took a’s nephew to the playground this past saturday. he ran over to some sort of ledge under the structure, put some wood chips on it, brushed some of them off, ran in a circle, and then did it again. this little girl comes over to him and says, “i just want to play by myself. please go away from here. sometimes i just like to play by myself.” and then, as if this wasn’t...