“I mean, I also want to know why she couldn’t write about Tupac.” “Because i was not going to read some trash that was analysis of Tupac’s lyrics with no historical argument.” “Is it because you live in Berkeley and so have to rep Lil B?” “Yes. I‘m glad you understand.” “Do you know who Lil B...
“Dude, I think God loves our team.” “I thought God loved the Broncos.” “No, He just loves Tim Tebow.”
There is a scene about fifteen minutes into Young Adult (I was prepared to roll my eyes but it’s very possibly one of the best movies I’ve seen this year—the Teenage Fanclub scenes made me want to curl up into a ball and hide, in a good way) in which Charlize Theron enters a bar in a small Minnesota town while ‘Achin’ To Be’ is playing, and the elderly gentleman...
Leonard Cohen, Hey, That’s No Way To Say...
At the Municipal Archives, they pull files and put them on a special cart. Today, my file was missing and we determined that someone had put it in the ‘to be sent back down to the Archives dungeon box’ before I’d gotten a chance to look at it. Accident, or archival sabotage?
“What if the movie ended with Justin Timberlake’s father also being Mila Kunis’ father?” “They’d find out and the screen would fade to black and then you’d just see ‘A FILM BY ALMODOVAR’, I think.”
Undergrads talking loudly at Milano Market about...
Do you even know how to read?
Dreams I Have Had Recently
1. Someone (possibly me?) has mixed downers into my nightly mug of Horlick’s. 2. I can’t identify the wood samples in the conservation lab. 3. I buy a pair of pajamas printed with monkeys. 4. Someone is doing something with my hair. 5. I have a ginger cat.