Friday, April 27, 2007

today has been a weird day - i cried, i smiled hard, i kissed someone a whole lot, i barely slept, i got in trouble, i went home & watched Peep Show, i made some realizations with the help of some smart girls.

i'm confused about my own life, so i'm going to stop thinking about it, and start thinking about the Ian Curtis biopic, Control - which is supposed to be out in the theaters sometime soonish I believe. And, courtesy of IONCINEMA.com, a first picture.


Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Dandelion Season!


while walking to work this morning i came across a little patch of grass in front of the courthouse in queens that's been covered in scaffolding all winter. the scaffolding is finally down and dandelions are sprouting up all over.

picking dandelions is lovely because:
1. they're common enough that i don't feel guilty about picking them when i haven't planted them myself. dandelions plant themselves - they plant themselves plentiful & there sure were plenty leftover for the bees once i took a handful for myself.
2. their petals are soft & i like to rub my nose in them.
3. their scent is so delicate & not too flowery. they just smell like spring and summer camp and grubbing around outside with no responsibilities.

unfortunately, they also like to rub their pollen off on your face. unfortunately i never remember that. unfortunately i walked half a mile like a ditz sniffing my little bouquet and got a face full of yellow.

the upside: no one wanted to stand next to me in the elevator and that's a-ok with me.

Friday, April 20, 2007

"my prose flows like boxed merlot"


Best find of the day comes from Gawker.
Yay Kreepie Kats! Who's gonna give them their own teevee show?


Picnic season

Spring (Apple Blossoms) by John Everett Millais,
Lady Lever Art Gallery, Port Sunlight, England

Spring Awakening.

New crushes.

Baring my arms did not seem so scary today.

xox

Saturday, April 14, 2007

dating only usually sucks

I had a date with someone new (v. tall, blonde, substantial hand size, wore wire rim glasses but not the annoying kind) two nights ago. It was pretty alright - no kissing but the fact that he emailed again is a good sign. The fact that I was not freaked out that he emailed again is a very good sign.
We talked about things like:


  • my favorite british satire show, Look Around You.
  • stereotypically, who wins the prize for biggest retail snob - video store clerks or bookstore employees
  • his #1 all time favorite philosopher, Heidegger
  • Roald Dahl and Mr Wizard's World
  • old timey boxers who wear suspenders
  • living in the south.

I can't remember what else we talked about because I got kind of tippled what with the gin I sucked down before he got to the bar, and the jovial spirit of Riffifi that encourages continual imbibement - every dating advice list I've ever seen advises against getting drunk on a first date, but what can you do?