January 2009
90 posts
How Come You Don’t Call Me Anymore - Alicia...
Watchkafka-on-the-shore:
Lykke Li - Tonight (via britticisms)
In the time of your life - live! That time is short and it doesn’t return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.
Tennessee Williams
When Robert Hughes was researching the introduction to Balthazar Cookbook, he spent much time slipping up and down the stairs of the subterranean prep kitchens. I think he metonymically thought of this book (metonymic since there’s no thematic or metaphoric connection) while composing his preface.
“It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent disorder, does not seem very substantial. The right condition for him is that in which his work is not only convenient but unavoidable.”
- Tennessee Williams
Alarming that work feels...
Related thought: am convinced that half of Murakami’s oeuvre is ghost-written.
Elmyr vend son ame au diable.
Ghostwriting for the dark side.
haiku: birdsong on the street; another retail shop seized in my neighborhood
revisited the golden age of pop by sitting next to members of The Book of Love at pain quotidien.
Edit: Aretha’s hat is everywhere and all powerful: http://tinyurl.com/bf36sp
I’m guessing there’s disappointment in the Winslet-Mendes household.
They made a mistake when they took “Wild is the Wind” out of the trailer; it was the only thing that tempted me to see RR.
Defiance update: my doctor’s relative was member of the Bielski partisans. He (health care practitioner) has an unusual surname that I’d suspected was result of Ellis Island abridgement. Now I realize his forebears must’ve had an unspellable Byelorussian cognomen.
steaming=happiness
at la colombe: soul traveler
for the common cold: diadem of needles in the forehead and one very painful spike in palm under thumb. ow.
yolanda:misterjt:
Dreaming Out of Season - The...
a B movie
that works.
Defiance teeters between competent and really pleasing.
The accents are shaky - I am reminded of Alec Guinness’ absurdly undulating r’s as Prince Feisal in Lawrence of Arabia (David Lean’s movies are characterized by these ungainly leaps of ethnicity); the setting is limited to a few unpicturesque camps in an eastern European forest; and the female leads feel...
Fazool
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool That’s amore When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet You’re in love When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not Dreaming signore Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli That’s amore
Having pasta fagiole for dinner.
Neologism: lacrophiliac.
Attempting to get through The Glass Menagerie.
found a much better name for this. see above.
Ben button, extra terrestrial.
frozen Hudson at 175th st
i swear the guy on the uptown A had a firearm in the back of his trousers
cold weather makes new yorkers dress like criminals?
have turned on all the lights in apt to make it warmer; dogs are huddling.
