May 2009
jeans shopping
Girl in the Dressing Room Next to Me: Hey, So and So?
Dude Waiting Patiently Outside the Dressing Room: Yea?
Girl: What're you doing Sunday?
Dude: I dunno, nothing.
Girl: Oh! Will you come over to my apartment and help me go through all of my clothes and make me get rid of all the stuff I don't wear?
*beat*
Dude: No.
Me in Dressing Room Next to Girl: HA!
Everyone Involved: ...
April 2009
trivia
movieoftheweek:
Alvy never says “I love you” to Annie. The closest he comes is when Alvy says love isn’t a strong enough word for how he feels.
Cute blog. Best movie ever. Interesting point.
Tumblr Posts I Liked When I Was Drunk:
a picture of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis
a picture of a wristwatch from Abercrombie and Fitch
a picture of Prince Charming kissing Snow White
“At undergraduate cocktail parties, people say, ”Oh, you write? What do you...”
– lorrie moore, how to be a writer.
Top 10 books on April 29, 2009 and in 1961
From Amazon today:
Conservatism
Da Vinci Code 2
Vampires
Vampires
Inspirational Christian novel
Vampires
Vampires (by a different author than the other 3)
Set of four books… about vampires
Pop-science
Vampires
Publishers Weekly from 1961:
The Agony and the Ecstasy by Irving Stone
Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Mila 18 by Leon...
I wish I’d never read this sentence:
Find out why Brooklyn is the bloggiest place in America at the Fourth Annual Brooklyn Blogfest!
“(586) Porn is love you can see.”
– brought to you by www.textsfromlastnight.com and my roommate’s gchat away msg.
I feel compelled to tell you
about my ride on the Z train this morning.
First of all, THE MOTHERFUCKIN Z TRAIN, PEOPLE! I feel cool just saying it. Say it to yourself, outloud, caring not what your coworkers think. Actually, even if you DO care what they think, you should say it anyways. Maybe they’ll think you, too, rode the Z train, and admire you the way you are admiring me right now.
“So while I was riding...
halp.
My Mo-oom and I are going to visit my hermana (that’s spanish for I’ll never be pretty enough) in Chicago next weekend. She lives in Lincoln Park.
What should we DO?
what he said, what i thought.
old man: She bought you a TEA! THAT IS SO NICE, YOU ARE SO LUCKY.
old man: MAN, NOW *THAT* IS LOVE.
me: err... NO IT'S NOT!
old man: MY OLD LADY SURE DOESN'T BUY *ME* TEA!
me: SHUT UP, WE'RE JUST DATING!
1 tag
Things I Do Now That I Swore I'd Never Do:
Wash out and save every container of everything I buy, ever.
Gratuitous emoticons.
Date.
“Anything good that I have written has, at some point during its composition,...”
– Michael Chabon
I Go Back to May 1937, Sharon Olds →
(via poetry365)
This is one of my favorite poems ever, ever. I <3 Sharon Olds.
“I knew that I shouldn’t have, but I did it all the same; and there you...”
– Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys
this morning
on the way to the train I was walking through McCarren Park when one of those creep vans that is actually a cop car pulled up beside me. A cop van if you will.
It was filled with policemen (BELIEVE IT), and one of the dudes was crouched by the back door and opened it up as they slowed down and pulled up to the sidewalk. i was standing at the corner waiting for the don’t walk sign to change...
dammit.
me: WAIT TIL YOU SEE MY NEW EMAIL SIGNATURE!
jen: omg can't wait!
me: I'll send it right now!
jen: I have a photo in the NYT this weekend. the arts section.
“Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s...”
– Susan Sontag, (via Bookmark)
ohhh shiiiiit
My friend Chris, as I may have mentioned, teaches high school math. Tackling inequalities, indeed.
student: mister, what do you think is worse: being black or having cancer? chris: uh, i would say definitely cancer. student: well, yeah, but they can cure some cancer. they can’t cure the other thing. chris: well, uuuhhm, yeah. er … listen, there is nothing wrong with being black. ...
“I would rather be tied up to stakes in the Kalahari Desert, have honey poured...”
– You mad, Maureen (via ihopeyourehappyinternet)
Isn’t it cute when people with bygone relevance resist the paradigm shift? Especially when they do it with such BITING WIT.
“I have a sense that particularly in New York — though I’m sure it...”
– O, Benjamin Kunkel. I just heard of you tonight and am not sure if I hate you yet ( I was hoping to, to be honest), but you got me here.
schatzi
(n., diminutive) term of endearment meaning darling, honey, sugar britches. Deutsch.
(via designage)
My First New York
In the current New York Magazine, there’s great feature called “My First New York,” which took familiar faces from the city and asked them to write about their first experiences after moving here. So, for my own record, and anybody else who’d be interested, I’m going to type out mine. Reblog and do the same! (via rickyv)
I moved to New York after college, or after the summer after college spent...
langer:
This one’s for the kids—and the ‘lulz’.
...
“I want to acknowledge that I am indifferent to New Yorkers’ ability to...”
– A busker / madman / mystic on the subway platform.
barflands.
If the point of reading books is to mentally abuse yourself and come so close to passing out on the J train that you squeeze in next to the dude who has been moaning under his breathe at you for the past 2 mins, then CONGRATULATIONS, WETLANDS, YOU DESERVE THE EFFIN PULITZER.
I finished that book.
One thing it taught me is that I am capable of reading anything anyone could ever write.
...
Meaghan: hm i did all the things she said, but now it looks like shit (imho)
Jacob: lol welcome to web design!!!!!!!!!
i believe my work here is done. →
is it "addictive" or "addicting"?
okay so i seem to have remembered this nifty thing called google.com and turns out not only is that a VERY useful website, you guys are right.
WELL ACTUALLY I DUNNO.
Addictive is more accepted, and as a surefire ADJECTIVE (durr) it is more, uh, correct.
but that “addicting” is a horse of a different damn color.
transitive verb? participle adjective? No one seems to fucking know.
...
you guyyyys,
my deli man is playing catch with the deli drunk on the sidewalk. Baseball mitts and everything.
How to Work From Home Without Losing Your Mind. →
Okay. I’ve been working from home for almost a year now. At first, I couldn’t keep my shit together and would sit cross-legged in my bed in my sweatpants from sunrise to sunset. As much stress and hectic garbage as I thought I felt, I still made very few deadlines, ever. I was a living, breathing pile of worthless, my breasts probably lost some of their perkiness cause I never, ever...
“If Twitter is a babbling four year old, going on and on about nothing important,...”
– Twitter is Done. Tumblr is Next. (via Tippingpoint Labs’ Andrew Davis)
and to that i offer a contextualized: fuck yeah, motherfucker!!
“You have a girlfriend named Alma, who has a long tender horse neck and a big...”
– Junot Diaz, “Alma”
I found this story torn out from the new yorker, folded twice, and shoved in the back of my desk drawer. I have been searching for it for months, forgetting the name but remembering the rhythm. Some people say that writing in the 2nd person is cheating; I get that,...
