i stitched up another beanie koi. mmm, beanie koi.
08.01.05
i will spare you most of the details of my intensely girlie weekend; food photos are over at flickr, and i'll dry heave over lauren "devil wears prada" weisberger's latest tragedy at a later date. let us summarize with movie cinquains.
wimbledon:
tennis
is not the stuff
of high romance, but i
wouldn't kick paul bettany out
of bed.
the wedding planner:
treacly
and utterly
satisfying. i cried
when yicky j-lo got her man.
help me.
mean girls:
better
by far than what
i've come to expect from
SNL alums. only two
fart jokes!
ms. gaw asked for a list of my favorite ten poems. sadistic girl! that's harder than choosing a favorite child, and i'm a baby-hating dink. here's an attempt, though i would note that i excluded all pieces i've already excerpted or otherwise pimped. in no particular order,
quarantine, eavan boland
the dover bitch, anthony hecht
the taste of rain, jack kerouac
a supermarket in california, allen ginsberg
with mercy for the greedy, anne sexton
do not go gentle into that good night, dylan thomas
a cloud in trousers, vladimir mayakovsky
song, seamus heaney
you're, sylvia plath
this, osip mandelstam
most of those are brief and/or maudlin and/or abrasive, which shouldn't surprise anyone who suffered through poetry 92 with me. go team go!
i will spare you most of the details of my intensely girlie weekend; food photos are over at flickr, and i'll dry heave over lauren "devil wears prada" weisberger's latest tragedy at a later date. let us summarize with movie cinquains.
wimbledon:
tennis
is not the stuff
of high romance, but i
wouldn't kick paul bettany out
of bed.
the wedding planner:
treacly
and utterly
satisfying. i cried
when yicky j-lo got her man.
help me.
mean girls:
better
by far than what
i've come to expect from
SNL alums. only two
fart jokes!
ms. gaw asked for a list of my favorite ten poems. sadistic girl! that's harder than choosing a favorite child, and i'm a baby-hating dink. here's an attempt, though i would note that i excluded all pieces i've already excerpted or otherwise pimped. in no particular order,
quarantine, eavan boland
the dover bitch, anthony hecht
the taste of rain, jack kerouac
a supermarket in california, allen ginsberg
with mercy for the greedy, anne sexton
do not go gentle into that good night, dylan thomas
a cloud in trousers, vladimir mayakovsky
song, seamus heaney
you're, sylvia plath
this, osip mandelstam
most of those are brief and/or maudlin and/or abrasive, which shouldn't surprise anyone who suffered through poetry 92 with me. go team go!
07.21.05
all hail the fantabulous summer friday that'll enable me to spruce up the apartment for weekenders! jen and valya are coming in from chicago and san jose, respectively, and this will be the first college roommate reunion since val's wedding two years ago. mari and i haven't finalized crafty local tour guide plans, but i feel reasonably confident that we can forestall muggings and bad hair. as i'm sure you all worry about my hair, more on that: i caught myself looking like a monk in an h&m dressing room mirror last week, so i went at my head with some sewing scissors and ended up with aggressively glam bangs that both our beauty and fashion editors (yay!) have admired. i have no pipe dreams about a salon career, but i do feel thrifty for having avoided professional cuts since the end of last year. this is arguably an accomplishment.
on accomplishments, i finally got off my ass and pitched a story to the senior health editor. won't know if it's a go until she gets feedback from the rest of the team, but in the best of all possible worlds, i could have a byline in the next few months. as usual, i share this so that if it doesn't happen, i can attribute the disappointment to jinxing myself by talking about it. call it web-based existentialism.
from the "month of softies" flickr pool, the world's largest sock monkey? crafty girls, you are the queens of my world.
all hail the fantabulous summer friday that'll enable me to spruce up the apartment for weekenders! jen and valya are coming in from chicago and san jose, respectively, and this will be the first college roommate reunion since val's wedding two years ago. mari and i haven't finalized crafty local tour guide plans, but i feel reasonably confident that we can forestall muggings and bad hair. as i'm sure you all worry about my hair, more on that: i caught myself looking like a monk in an h&m dressing room mirror last week, so i went at my head with some sewing scissors and ended up with aggressively glam bangs that both our beauty and fashion editors (yay!) have admired. i have no pipe dreams about a salon career, but i do feel thrifty for having avoided professional cuts since the end of last year. this is arguably an accomplishment.
on accomplishments, i finally got off my ass and pitched a story to the senior health editor. won't know if it's a go until she gets feedback from the rest of the team, but in the best of all possible worlds, i could have a byline in the next few months. as usual, i share this so that if it doesn't happen, i can attribute the disappointment to jinxing myself by talking about it. call it web-based existentialism.
from the "month of softies" flickr pool, the world's largest sock monkey? crafty girls, you are the queens of my world.
07.18.05
joined jacob and david for a brief and fragrant trip to the met on sunday afternoon – brief because jake was on his way back to penn state, and fragrant because 1) new york has been a sweltering pit for the past week and a half and 2) everyone who stopped by the chanel exhibit either emptied a bottle of no. 5 over their heads or, being french, came as god perfumed them (i refer you again to the weather). the exhibit itself reminded me that even the very best tweed suits have a dowdy vibe, and that swap meet chanel and please hammer, don't hurt 'em are both karl lagerfeld's fault. the met's swanky new duccio, in turn, reminded me that i can't handle religious art for more than five minutes without dissolving into giggles. i mean no disrespect, but the babies get me every time.
joined jacob and david for a brief and fragrant trip to the met on sunday afternoon – brief because jake was on his way back to penn state, and fragrant because 1) new york has been a sweltering pit for the past week and a half and 2) everyone who stopped by the chanel exhibit either emptied a bottle of no. 5 over their heads or, being french, came as god perfumed them (i refer you again to the weather). the exhibit itself reminded me that even the very best tweed suits have a dowdy vibe, and that swap meet chanel and please hammer, don't hurt 'em are both karl lagerfeld's fault. the met's swanky new duccio, in turn, reminded me that i can't handle religious art for more than five minutes without dissolving into giggles. i mean no disrespect, but the babies get me every time.
07.13.05
was so very bored yesterday that i finally accepted a pamphlet from the dude who sings unintelligible yet operatic hymns and patriotic songs in front of the office. if you remove bible quotes and the phrase "go to hell," it's found poetry:
on the subject of casting things away, the proprietress of there is no away has undertaken a fascinating project:
on the subject of joe's brain, here is a picture of joe's brain.
was so very bored yesterday that i finally accepted a pamphlet from the dude who sings unintelligible yet operatic hymns and patriotic songs in front of the office. if you remove bible quotes and the phrase "go to hell," it's found poetry:
Man does not seek after God, but in His love, God seeks man, so that he will not
While His Spirit works in your heart, please do not
You cannot go to heaven by church membership or good works, but only through the blood of Jesus, so please do not
Here God says again, if you go to heaven, you must go through His Son Jesus Christ. There is no reason for you to
Once you see yourself as a sinner in God's sight and realize that Jesus Christ is the only way to heaven, the Holy Spirit says, "Please do not
We cast things away when we no longer need them, but God will never cast you out when you come to him. He begs you not to
After you hear the Word of God, please accept Him, because after death it will be too late. Please do not
Regardless of what man may say, God's Word is true; therefore, please do not
Repentance is seeing yourself as God does, turning from your sins, coming to Jesus Christ, and trusting Him for our salvation. If you do not repent, but reject Jesus Christ as your Saviour, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Please do not
If you will accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour, please pray with all your heart:
on the subject of casting things away, the proprietress of there is no away has undertaken a fascinating project:
I publicly agree to take responsibility, for one month, for all the packaging that comes into my life. While I will continue to mulch, burn, and compost those items that I normally deal with in those ways, I will catalog all the (plastic) garbage that I would traditionally toss in the trash or send off to recycling, and make something useful out of every bit of it. For one month.cigarette butts would unmake me in a situation like that, though chow yun fat fans would argue that they plug up gunshot wounds pretty well. me, i thought they turned into baby pigeons until i heard cheeping and saw a nest above our building's awning last week. there goes that theory.
on the subject of joe's brain, here is a picture of joe's brain.
07.11.05
my mom now has an artist page at the brigham galleries in nantucket. admire her, o internet! give her oodles of money for her kick-ass sculpture! i, in turn, have continuted to construct things with humble felt; for joe's recent birthday i put together an anthropomorphic cannoli.
have decided to return to a metered film review system; the paragraph format doesn't suit my attention span. the movie cinquains liveth in the summer of '05:
war of the worlds:
bitchin'
disaster scenes;
a pointless tim robbins;
tom cruise clearly wanted to smooch
his son.
the getaway:
ali
mcgraw is a
visual sedative.
sally struthers is a daft ho.
discuss.
white heat:
gangster
flick with sound bites
galore. plausible psychopath,
that james cagney. his moll looks like
my boss(!).
my mom now has an artist page at the brigham galleries in nantucket. admire her, o internet! give her oodles of money for her kick-ass sculpture! i, in turn, have continuted to construct things with humble felt; for joe's recent birthday i put together an anthropomorphic cannoli.
have decided to return to a metered film review system; the paragraph format doesn't suit my attention span. the movie cinquains liveth in the summer of '05:
war of the worlds:
bitchin'
disaster scenes;
a pointless tim robbins;
tom cruise clearly wanted to smooch
his son.
the getaway:
ali
mcgraw is a
visual sedative.
sally struthers is a daft ho.
discuss.
white heat:
gangster
flick with sound bites
galore. plausible psychopath,
that james cagney. his moll looks like
my boss(!).
07.06.05
debauched twentysomething that i am, i spent the holiday weekend sewing and prowling around junk stores. mari popped over on friday, so i got to present her with a housewarming trinket at last; since joe and i saw our first-ever fireflies on the way to her place last week, she requested a stuffed bug. ta-da! i like green butts and i cannot lie. i also had a crack at july’s “month of softies” project (theme: a world of sock monkeys). here’s my zombie version, complete with exposed brain and an ‘optic nerve’ that came wrapped around joe’s cupcakes from the bakery. my future is clearly in handmade wedding favors.
debauched twentysomething that i am, i spent the holiday weekend sewing and prowling around junk stores. mari popped over on friday, so i got to present her with a housewarming trinket at last; since joe and i saw our first-ever fireflies on the way to her place last week, she requested a stuffed bug. ta-da! i like green butts and i cannot lie. i also had a crack at july’s “month of softies” project (theme: a world of sock monkeys). here’s my zombie version, complete with exposed brain and an ‘optic nerve’ that came wrapped around joe’s cupcakes from the bakery. my future is clearly in handmade wedding favors.
06.28.05
vocab query of the day, brought to you by the getcrafty forums: “stick your face in the hole so we can take your picture thingies” like this are called tintamareski in finnish. is there an elegant and/or brief term for them in english?
giant (++1/2). in the intro to the just-released dvd, director george stevens defends his crew for taking three years to finish the movie because of the many man hours that filmgoers have spent enjoying it since 1956. man hours indeed, as we were exhausted after watching the thing. i’m not sure the running time could be helped, as giant addresses – along with a jillion other issues – racism, sexism, alcoholism, consumerism, texans’ relationship with mexicans, vietnam, and the disappearance of the frontier. my beef is with the editors’ shocking lack of narrative intuition: though liz taylor’s marriage to rock hudson is a central theme, we leap straight from their first (snarky) meeting in maryland to a newlywed bedroom scene en route to the ranch. a peripheral soldier’s funeral, on the other hand, lasts five minutes, most of which are extended shots of a mexican boys’ choir. liz taylor’s journey through the decades is evidenced mostly in the color of her hair, while james dean playing a fiftysomething at 23 (the movie wrapped three weeks before he was killed) manages to look like sean penn twenty years from now. all in all, exhausting but diverting.
vocab query of the day, brought to you by the getcrafty forums: “stick your face in the hole so we can take your picture thingies” like this are called tintamareski in finnish. is there an elegant and/or brief term for them in english?
giant (++1/2). in the intro to the just-released dvd, director george stevens defends his crew for taking three years to finish the movie because of the many man hours that filmgoers have spent enjoying it since 1956. man hours indeed, as we were exhausted after watching the thing. i’m not sure the running time could be helped, as giant addresses – along with a jillion other issues – racism, sexism, alcoholism, consumerism, texans’ relationship with mexicans, vietnam, and the disappearance of the frontier. my beef is with the editors’ shocking lack of narrative intuition: though liz taylor’s marriage to rock hudson is a central theme, we leap straight from their first (snarky) meeting in maryland to a newlywed bedroom scene en route to the ranch. a peripheral soldier’s funeral, on the other hand, lasts five minutes, most of which are extended shots of a mexican boys’ choir. liz taylor’s journey through the decades is evidenced mostly in the color of her hair, while james dean playing a fiftysomething at 23 (the movie wrapped three weeks before he was killed) manages to look like sean penn twenty years from now. all in all, exhausting but diverting.
06.24.05
per pica's suggestion, the music / book meme, hollywoodland edition (it was bound to happen):
number of films i see in a year: on average, about 40. since i hate new york movie theaters (the ziegfeld excepted), 95% of those are courtesy of the video cafe.
last film i rented / saw at home: live forever, a documentary on '90s british pop featuring interviews with jarvis cocker, damon albarn (call me!), and the brothers gallagher. liam gallagher on the title song: "it's about livin' forever, innit."
last film i saw at a theater: mysterious skin, as discussed a few posts ago.
last film i saw and hated: ace ventura: when nature calls. i was overcome by a severe case of saturday morning lethargy while tbs was running a jim carrey marathon. i have no one but myself to blame for this.
film i know i should see: dr. strangelove. i have yet to see a kubrick film that makes me like him as much as i'd, erm, like to like him, and i suspect that this would do the trick.
3 films i love:
3 unsuspecting baton recipients: pica [ding!], paul [ding!], and sara [ding!]. and, of course, the comment crew.
per pica's suggestion, the music / book meme, hollywoodland edition (it was bound to happen):
number of films i see in a year: on average, about 40. since i hate new york movie theaters (the ziegfeld excepted), 95% of those are courtesy of the video cafe.
last film i rented / saw at home: live forever, a documentary on '90s british pop featuring interviews with jarvis cocker, damon albarn (call me!), and the brothers gallagher. liam gallagher on the title song: "it's about livin' forever, innit."
last film i saw at a theater: mysterious skin, as discussed a few posts ago.
last film i saw and hated: ace ventura: when nature calls. i was overcome by a severe case of saturday morning lethargy while tbs was running a jim carrey marathon. i have no one but myself to blame for this.
film i know i should see: dr. strangelove. i have yet to see a kubrick film that makes me like him as much as i'd, erm, like to like him, and i suspect that this would do the trick.
3 films i love:
labyrinth: honestly, david bowie's crotch bulge didn't start bothering me until my little sister pointed it out during The Labyrinth Drinking Game. it's faint praise to say that this is one of the best mainstream fantasy movies around (the field isn't exactly crowded - where's our blade runner?), but, well, it is.
metropolis: i became obsessed with fritz lang at oxford even though the town's only available copy of metropolis had a soundtrack by enya. that's commitment.
pretty in pink: the real reason i began to listen to the smiths (and otis redding, for that matter) and have been dyeing my hear red for the last decade.
3 unsuspecting baton recipients: pica [ding!], paul [ding!], and sara [ding!]. and, of course, the comment crew.
06.16.05
i dig the timing of paul's online kafka diaries; temporarily out of books, i've switched to making plush creepy crawlies. meet my leetle friend gregor (periplaneta americana - 4 photos altogether). would you let him sleep on your pillow?
i dig the timing of paul's online kafka diaries; temporarily out of books, i've switched to making plush creepy crawlies. meet my leetle friend gregor (periplaneta americana - 4 photos altogether). would you let him sleep on your pillow?
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