like the parquet floor of my bedroom
the first song on the new wire album makes me feel like i’m listening to taped hole songs on my walkman on the school bus when i was 13. how does a band this old make me feel so young?
crisp
on the one hand, the lack of sunlight is making me crazy. today i thought i was going to jump out of my skin at work and i somehow calmed myself down by listening to a beatles mix on youtube and eating a lean pocket. whatever works.
on the other hand, i love the crisp, smoky smell coming through my bedroom window and curling up in my comforter.
i’m also really obsessed with this picture of christina hendricks. i think she’s dressed to play a character; not sure if these are her own clothes, but seeing someone with my body type in pop culture makes me feel better.
greetings from sfo
where they don’t have faith in my capacity to use a fork as a weapon.
it’s gray and rainy. i feel cheated. i’m flying midwest airlines so i hope i get a nice big seat along with my chocolate chip cookie. listening to the minutemen and staring at the fog and gosh, southwest just have the trippiest-looking planes, don’t they?
i got flava
here’s a link to my first feature for earplug, a new music newsletter that’s part of flavorpill’s culture blog flavorwire. the editor is my old friend and total rock star judy berman. i wrote about sex (and the lack thereof) in 2009’s top indie rock singles. all music. no cats. can you believe it?
(spoiler: this guy stayed sexy in 2009.)
okay, i give in.
i love jersey shore and i want to hang out with snooki. knowing i could probably make it happen is sort of a tempting thought.
this is how i feel today.
i am going to go home and identify with liz lemon on tv. workin’ on my NIGHT CHEESE!
i know she’s a cat and all… but
so tonight i finished a piece i’m writing for a new pub – a secret for now. when it was finally completed, i baked a trader joe’s quiche and deemed it the quiche of celebration. nala had been asleep for like, five hours, but as soon as i started to eat said quiche of celebration, she was all up in my shit, perching on the top of the couch. kind of like a dog. kind of like…
sometimes i think she might be part canine.
i never get tired of old new york photos
if life magazine still existed, i’d buy it.
(via gothamist)
making the most of an airport delay
people stuck in the newark airport bursting into “hey jude” – this makes my heart explode.
Vodpod videos no longer available.
(via linda capato)
romantic moment with my (wo)maine coon
Vodpod videos no longer available.
Ohay, 2010
i spent too much time trying to make this blog sort of “serious” and “newsworthy” and therefore got scared of it and never wrote. therefore (again), i will show my true thoughts more often. i apologize in advance, because they mostly involve cats and bus rides and movies and more cats.
this morning, christine drisgula and i watched muppets videos in my pull-out bed because my cat projectile vomited in my real bed (read: futon). i love her anyway. she looks like this.
the clip we watched looks like this:
The Ongoing NYC To-Do List (As Realised by Brooklyn Darlings Mindy and Alyssa)
I’m absolutely terrible at keeping track of my life schedule, and with most of my sensible brain space taken up by work, I need a little help figuring out what to do with myself in my free time. It’s not that I want to lay in bed and watch episodes of “Intervention” all the time, but I simply become overwhelmed by the amount of amazing stuff going on in this city and sometimes do, uh, nothing at all? Great logic, I know. But NOW, my prayers (and yours) have been answered by this masterpiece: The Ongoing (Ultimate – ed.) NYC To-Do List. 
From kayaking to concerts to free classes to art exhibits… my pals Mindy and Alyssa have got it all covered. It’s both terrifying and amazing.
Doesn’t matter if you’re broke. Click here and get out of the house.
Photos by Mr. Mark Sperry!
Best Tumblr Blog Ever: “Gary: Landlord of the Flies”
So like, I thought it was bad when my landlord decided to put a new foundation on our house while we were living in it. I thought it was bad when the whole house shook every time the oil heating started up. I thought it was bad when the building was infested with various vermin and disgusting tenants who left discarded food on the stairwells, and when we found a drunk dude passed out in the vestibule. Yeah, I thought all of that was pretty unbelievable.
But nothing compares to the plight of this poor Midwesterner, who rented a house in a Chicago suburb that happened to belong to a 63-year-old deranged alcoholic: Gary. Have the police been to your apartment for any reason other than a fire alarm or a lost kitten? No? Check it: this kid’s seen Chicago’s Finest no less than 5 times. Also, you’ll quickly realize that giving your e-mail address to your (insane, raving lunatic of a) landlord is a bad idea.
Without further ado, I give you: “Gary: Landlord of the Flies,” a truly jaw-dropping chronicle of the Worst Living Situation Ever.
Special thanks to the unofficial mayor of Oklahoma City/Hold Steady webmaster, Mike Ross.
Jesus Camp.
I’m actually writing this as I view the documentary because it’s hitting a nerve.
I went to Vacation Bible School as a kid. It was cheaper than other summer camps, and conveniently located at the Clinton Aliiance church, which I believe was Methodist, half a mile from my house.
It was nothing like this.
There was no crying, no speaking in tongues, no shame. We learned about the Bible and played sports and did crafts. You know, SUMMER CAMP.
The organizations and people in this film really just shoot themselves in the foot over and over, from reading aloud in a Creationism textbook that “science doesn’t prove anything,” to blessing the electrical system (!?) of a chapel, to claiming Harry Potter would have been put to death in Jesus’ time, to the unnerving, hyperactive fanaticism of the kids individually profiled.
I’ll probably have more to say after I finish watching this, but the foremost thought in my mind is that my Christianity, in how it affects my life, has absolutely nothing to do with what I’m seeing. I don’t go to church regularly, and I wouldn’t consider myself particularly religious. But my Christianity has been a largely positive force in my life. I think my home church’s minister is a wonderful, compassionate person who uses Christianity to try and understand all kinds of people and help them in times of need. He was able to bring great mental peace to my Opa in his last days. While I would never suggest that every dying person needs God, in my Opa’s case, it worked for him, and I appreciate and understand that. I like having a say in what Christianity means to me. In my opinion, the most terrifying and damaging thing a person can do, in the name of Jesus, God, or Christianity, is tell another person exactly how they will use it in her or his own unique life, and ignore difference.
Steve Buscemi is on Twitter.
According to his oft-updated Twitter, Steve Buscemi will shave his head if he gets 1,000 fan photos advertising the fact that he is, indeed, on Twitter.
Just doing my part.
Inconsistency City (Alternately, Have a Video Because I Don’t Follow Through with Promises)
Population: me. Sorry I never posted the rest of my “best ofs,” but a girl’s gotta eat, and by “eat” I mean “work.” Not that kind of work, you dirty monkey.
So, uh, as some kind of apology, here are many amusing Elvis hairstyles in the context of a Peter Bjorn and John video for “Nothing to Worry About.” It was sent to me by a friend who largely and staunchly ignores popular music, so of course, I paid attention. Worth it, it is. Yoda, I am not. P.S. PB & J (wow, I seriously just picked up on that) have a new album coming out in March called Living Thing.
please listen.
Howard Beale: I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad.
Howard Beale: [shouting] You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
[shouting]
Howard Beale: ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell – ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad!… You’ve got to say, ‘I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
Howard Beale: [screaming at the top of his lungs] “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”
skirts and tights 