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...
“Russians, we are like bears, we are so patient. But when our patience ends, then...”
– oh! oh!
even better phone conversations
mother: so the fox urine in the attic is working
me: excuse me? (imagining how my parents go their hands on fox urine…let alone why…)
mother: (ignoring the blatant “fox urine question”) yes. it’s really working. daddy returned the gun he bought and so hopefully there won’t be any dead squirrels.
me: (radio silence) excuse me?
mother: the fox urine. in the...
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to be read aloud, loudly, and preferably to...
if you’ve ever had dinner with my motorcycle cowboy, as a certain darling someone once charmingly referring to him, you’ll know that he insists on doing a before dinner reading, what you may not know is that these readings happen when we’re by ourselves. tonight i chose the passage, which was funny when i was reading it, and so funny when i read aloud that i choked and sputtered...
The Week that Was
lareviewofbooks:
CLICK TO READ Lytton Smith on British poetry and the London riots. ¤ Richard Schickel on Pauline Kael: “Hell to Sit Next To.” ¤ Laurie Winer on Pauline Kael: “Taste is the Great Divider.” ¤ Mark Haskell Smith on Jonathan Lethem’s The Ecstasy of Influence. ¤ Glen David Gold on William Faulkner, Joan Williams, and literary transactions. ¤ Colin Dickey on the American way of...
