January 2010
one way to get through a day
romanticize painfully ordinary things, like eating in moderation. for breakfast: a crust of bread taken with a slice of strong cheese. hold it in one hand while you tilt your head and contemplate the answer to a question.
it helps to perform this ritual in public, at a local cafe or a diner.
i have to publicly shame myself into moderation. when left to my own devices, i am a monster.
there is great joy in being a perfect stranger
namely, the possibility of ‘perfection’
Finding a Voice →
“My email is Jamie@kc.rr.com. It’s a pretty simple address. So sometimes I receive messages intended for other people. They are special SPAM from people somehow very close to me, at least on the keyboard.”
ends with: “send me a poem and i’ll read it”
i fancy that i see a bunch of roses
“Birdcalls wake me, a sound like names, like the trees repeating themselves in...”
– Leonard Michaels, a name
“You take a look around your college campus, and the world, and politics, and one...”
– what’s a girl to do?
(via meaghano)
“Bernard hates you and everything about you. Get out of his sight before he kills...”
– good swearing in pop songs, from Giles Turnbull’s “Songs My Mother Never Taught Me”
here.
“he wanted me to kill him/
but i took his life instead.”
Watchsecond (i think) cool thing of the day.
very, very cool.
something i liked
an older woman on the J train in a purple coat and green dress, reading a used, pulp novel called “Strip Tease Girl” outloud to herself while furrowing her brow beneath a felt red cap.
a recipe that only a friend could make
“rinse rice well.
bring water to a boil, add rice.
cook until cassie comes to california”
(by andy stevenson)
Oh the things I write down
thesnug:
a text from my dad in 2006: we MADE it a ok., will call when git.S a decent hñur fñr you bloody stupid spanish phone this
will never get over finding ridiculous typos totally hilarious!!!
“…An elementary concert, made all the more pleasurable and thought-provoking by...”
– Francis Ponge, on the sea
“For the holidays Jori’s dad Steve gave many customers glass army surplus...”
– !!!!
from here.
Vintage TV Commercials for Cigarettes →
Organized by brand.
Him: Honey, I’ve got it! Her: Watcha got?! Him: A filter-cigarette with flavor!
wretching pennies in a boiling well
Friends with Benefits: Missing Words (Vashti... →
“Then to feed the horses, huge Clydesdales and small stocky Shetlands. Ridiculous visually.”
11:39am, Monday
just spilled coffee on my white shirt, which i am wearing inside out because i had (previously) spilled coffee on it.
of course he knew immediately that i was drunk. how could he not?
he’s been around for sixty seven years. by this time he already knows a thing or two about wanting to forget.
