January 2011
36 posts
Random Disjointed Thoughts
Well, if California was my rehab, New Orleans is where I went to fall off the wagon … hard. I have been eating and drinking enough to sustain two of me, and loving every second of it. I don’t know if I believe that anorexia-endorsing maxim that nothing tastes as good as skinny feels—I mean, I ate a fried green tomato and fried crawfish po’boy the other day, and it was...
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The Best Part
As much as I love sitting at home in my robe and slippers and reading Russian novels, I think I am a nomad at heart. That’s because I live for this thrill: the wind changes course, there’s a charge in the air, I feel like a child. One chapter closes, another begins, and better than anything, better than money, better than the comfort of routine, better than the object itself, is the...
so much joy it hurts: The First Line is the... →
kathleenjoy:
I have been one acquainted with the spatula, the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate, acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket and the dildo that goes by Tex, and I have gone out, a drunken bitch, in order to ruin what love…
Kim Adonizio is brilliant.
“For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time: hatred ceases by love, this is...”
– The Dhammapada
WatchI captured this video on a staggeringly beautiful day in Aurora, New York just before I left my home of almost two years. I’ll never forget the astonishing serenity of that cottage in the fields, but I keep this clip as a mnemonic for when that peace seems far away.
Some Good Fortune
Yesterday, my CEO beckoned me into his office with a wordless come-hither gesture, granted me a relatively substantial raise, and told me that I would now be working as a “consultant” rather than an “employee.” This means:
I can live wherever I want and move as often as I want. He suggested Europe, and that’s certainly an enticing idea. Alaska and the Pacific...
“LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful...”
– Jack Kerouac; “On The Road” (via cellarghosts)
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daytrotter:
Re: Stacks...
“For No One” by Ryan Adams, covered by...
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Conceptualizing Intricacy
Once, in a heated lovers’ quarrel, I said, “Everybody thinks this or that—” and the man I was with said viciously, “Oh, I love your ‘everybody’!” I’ve never forgotten that, because it’s true: I can’t help but invent a collective normalcy against which to compare myself, can’t help but pretend there is one majority, one vast organism, one homogenous Greek chorus all singing the same tune. I...
“P.S.” by Ryan Adams & the...
Things on My Mind-Grapes
I am obsessed with the tour de force that is Mumford & Sons’ Sigh No More. It’s music to make your heart swell. Talk about filling every rift with ore.
The End of Days has arrived … in Arkansas, of all places. Seriously, I can’t decide if this shit is Hitchockian or biblical, but I’ve studied enough ancient eschatological texts to know the warning signs of impending doom, and sorry,...
2010: My Year of Destruction and Resurrection
I began the year by pitching myself headlong into New York City corporate life, taking an internship with the illustrious NBC at 30 Rock. When I think back on that time, I feel a certain sharpness: cold metal buildings cutting sky, the winter air dry enough to give you daily nosebleeds, people pushing and pushing along an austere nexus of avenues. But it was breathtaking for all its severity.
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“So how absurd is this, that we should foul the oceans and the air with these...”
– A truly compelling essay by Maria Bustillos for the Awl’s “End of the World” week, which has featured some great, great content. 