January 2009
I just remembered
that I went to high school with a kid named “Hans Papenhausen.” And now I can’t stop giggling. Or feeling a little badly that if he ever googles himself he’s going to realized he was mocked on some random semi-anonymous Tumblog.
And with that, I’m off to IHOP in my new birthday boots.
Joey if you're hurtin' so am I →
(via hipsterdiet)
My eyes are that kind of end-of-week tired
Where all you want to do is slip out your contacts, don your glasses and sink into the couch.
But I had Lasik last February and now I can’t figure out how to recapture the retinal relief of that exercise.
Kate Winslet may be phenomenal
but Revolutionary Road was drivel in my book.
I was disinterested, unconvinced and unattached. Yes, certain scenes rang more true than others. I’ve said those horrible things, screamed myself hoarse in those out of control rows. And lord knows I relate to the general longing to escape to a life that equals you.
But the bottom line is, you need to make me love the characters - learn how...
Also, Words that please me:
shorn
fortuitous
tinny
mettle
ephemera
My favorite high school era nicknames
Stinky
Dougie (I still have no idea why we called him this. Maybe he looked a little like that old Doug cartoon character…)
Mean Tina
Louis Lipps (think Steven Tyler)
Sidewinder (that one was kind of cruel and beyond the kid’s control…)
In which I don't deserve my family.
So my mom came down to my office today to have lunch with me. As soon as I hop in her car she informs me we’re not going to the Thai place we both love; she decided we’d go to a local Italian restaurant instead. Being forever 12 years old and oh-so easily offended by her, I’m sure I exuded a palatable lack of enthusiasm at the change in plans.
But then we walked in to Mama’s - and I realized the...
Confession
The influx of Facebook birthday wishes from long lost or peripheral friends (always early – must be the day they must notify “friends” of upcoming dates) feels intrusive and weird.
We all know you didn’t really spontaneously remember on your own – just like I didn’t really remember yours. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this era of synthetic sincerity…or prefab loyalty.
Also, I’m an ungrateful...
Tempted by the Fruit of Another.
I am so distracted by my desire for orange juice, I can barely work.
Seriously, I’m like Atlas here. Just crying out to set down the world and go find some sweet, pulpy juice.
“We knew absolutely nothing. I didn’t know any profanity, knew nothing...”
– Dave Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius)
I will always find Eggers exactly as clever and brilliant and hilarious as he finds himself.
Bring on the Night - The Police
Though I kind of...
I’ve got a ton of energy today; I just can’t seem to funnel it into what I’m supposed to be doing.
This is not necessarily a bad feeling.
Should we just go back to calling them Bohemians?
(Via katiebakes:maura)
- The word “hipster,” when used by white information professionals, means nothing more than “other white information professionals whose cultural tastes kind of intimidate me for [insert psyche-plumbing reason here].”
This seems as good a time as any to turn to our old friend JD:
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It isn’t just Wally Campbell. I’m just picking on him because you...
“We are seeking a person, male or female, with an empty eye socket/cavity. They...”
– Wanted: Bar attraction - Winnipeg Jobs & Work - Kijiji Winnipeg (via kraab)
So lately my mouse hasn't been working in Word...
And it’s infuriating. Trying to edit a document is like waltzing with one leg. Cooking in handcuffs.
So after days of whining, I finally started googling the phenomenon and eventually found a Microsoft message board with pages of similar complaints. The initial solutions didn’t really seem to apply to my situation (no, in fact I don’t run LaserFiche or Flash Paper, thank you).
...
I could watch Beyonce's leotard video for hours.
Just marvelling at the physics of her thigh gyrations. And also why she has a robot hand. What does that have to do with putting a ring on it?
In which I am antisocial. Also, get off my lawn.
This weekend we have a couples baby shower / “one last hurrah” for one of K’s friends. Sounds nice enough – certainly preferable in my book to the estrogen fest that is a traditional baby shower. On the other hand, it goes from 4:30 to 9 pm. What the hell can take four and a half hours to do at a couples shower? Can’t I just hand them a pastel bag, coo over names, eat my cake (dear God let...
notthatkindagay, boredintheburbs:
Bloodhound Gang...
“Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and...”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(via somethingofadreamer)
If I caught lactose intolerance from you Kraab,...
For lunch, I had homemade mac & cheese. It’s embarrassingly decadent, featuring such coronary enemies as:
Sour cream
Cottage cheese
Sharp cheddar
Parmesan
Milk, and
Butter.
Now my stomach seems to be waging a fierce anti-dairy protest.
It was worth it, stomach. You hear me?
Architecture firm using Craigslist to find owner... →
Let’s stop the hunt for a house and just find a little plot of land on which to rest this section of Skyway. Seriously, imagine the light — and who really needs more space than this?
Misc. Snobbery
We’ve started purchasing generic post-it notes at work. Every time I open a new pack of the ultra thin, not very sticky, sub-par imitations, I can’t help but scoff.
Dawn Powell.
rach:
[One thing Caroline and Lorna had in common was an overpowering reverence for high-brows, no matter how obscure. Each had met friends’ friends of great erudition who dazzled them with thoughts and phrases gloriously beyond their own intellectual means, something they could wonder at with neither envy of the possessor nor the desire to buy. Since they were able to afford what material...
This morning, K told me I was acting like “a bear...
I suppose this fairly accurate assessment was meant to encompass my concurrent beastly roaring and my snarky, rodent like nit-picking at his every move.
In some ways, I’m flattered that I inspired the creation of a mythical feature. So it’s more centaur or medusa than mermaid; Who can be picky in this economy? In other ways, I’m a little concerned about when my inconsolable irritability will...
Good morning - I thought I’d play you a...
“There is a fashion today among many of my contemporaries to treat the events of...”
– Graham Greene, in the forward to his 1971 memoir A Sort of Life (from Tyler Coates, who posted a larger excerpt which is worth reading). (via mills)
I wish I could’ve had Graham write all my words for me. Anything worth saying would have been said better by him.
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most...”
– Joan Didion
(carleighholley; via smartblonde)
Colin Hay - I...
And what if we forget to take ourselves less...
It’s a wonder we survive this winter madness. And I almost mean that without irony. These long soulless days of January and February that leave us profoundly discontent for no reason we could justify. Despondent by each day’s propensity to merely arrive. Annoyed that the laundry continues, that the bath water goes cold.
These days, everything is under the microscope – analyzed and eagerly...
