marginalutilite said: I didn't know anyone read Amichai besides my Israeli friends!
Last week’s penis parakeet was my grand entry into Amichai (thank you, past lives of current love), but I spent much of yesterday reading this book cover to cover. The intro talks about what is lost in translation - significant it seems. Still, I loved it a lot not knowing what I missed.
4:24 pm • 26 August 2013
is this too much to ask or what
My standards for twerking are such that one’s ass must move independently of the rhythm of your body, one beat off. It — the ass — should be guided by but moving in the opposite direction of your muscles and bones. It should fall one moment later, and rise up out of its own accord.
12:59 pm • 26 August 2013 • 46 notes
In the library today, storytime is cancelled (apologies for the short notice), the mothers are listless, and I am the sniffling person people are moving to get away from.
11:54 am • 26 August 2013 • 11 notes
question for the ages
Why does my life partner edit all the Ha’s out of my personal essays?
12:55 pm • 23 August 2013 • 19 notes
Trying to help L pick readings for her wedding ceremony. Succeeding wildly with Yehuda Amichai.
12:43 pm • 22 August 2013 • 45 notes
My computer is prone to exaggeration
2:33 pm • 19 August 2013 • 67 notes
My more-employed half is doing a crazy thing in Brooklyn on Sunday. He and whomever joins him (no one?) will be walking from a cafe in Windsor Terrace, up through Prospect Park, stopping at Terrace Books, a bookstore in Park Slope I forgot the name of, then somewhere else I forgot — the library? — then to Unnameable in Prospect Heights, then to Greenlight in Ft. Greene, all along the way reading a book about bookstores. Out loud. The logistics of this make me so nervous, but it probably won’t matter when it comes down to it (or so I’ve told him). We did a run-through (walk-through) of this on Saturday and I was prepared to hate it (as is my wont) but the book is actually nice to hear out loud, and while a few people gave him funny looks, it was pretty enjoyable. A little thrilling in its stubborn ridiculousness! If you feel like walking for four hours and reading out loud of an okay/cute/goofy/I mean I laughed book about bookselling, and visiting some bookstores, you should go! And can I advise you now that if you do go do not wear your Converse with holes in the bottom. Not that you would. And buy an artisanal pop tart at Lark if you know at all what’s good for you.
4:26 pm • 14 August 2013 • 32 notes
Today in French class the stylish, older flibberty-gibbet type woman who has no known relatives was trying to understand when to pronounce vowels at the end of words, and she was holding us all up but sort of in an adorable way so we all admired her willingness to be such a pest.
Anyway she was asking about etudie and was like, do you pronounce the i? But not the e? So you say the “i” but not the “e”? But she wasn’t asking this in a human way, she was asking it in a panicked talking in front of class way, so that somehow in saying this she said the phrase, “and so then you come in the “I”? I don’t know how this made any sense in the context of what she was saying, but I know she said it because I heard it as, “and so you cum in the eye,” and my own (un-comed in) eyes got really big and met the equally un-comed in eyes of the 40ish bespectacled therapist who feels occasionally retarded when mispronouncing french words, and we started privately laughing with each other across the room, like schoolgirls, making crazy faces and bending over in our seats, slapping our handouts on our laps, while Maurice explained that yes, you come in the eye. YOU ALWAYS COME IN THE EYE.
jk he didnt say that.
5:22 pm • 13 August 2013 • 32 notes
Hey look who shares a weirdo trim size!
2:24 pm • 12 August 2013 • 18 notes