The other thing about the Joan storyline (talking about Mad Men on Thursday? why not!) is that it was basically just the plot of Boule de Suif, no?
A few days after the events just related, M. Larreau set out for Paris. The winter, in his opinion, had become unbearable, and the cold was indeed terribly severe in the lofty chateau, perched upon its lonely pedestal of rocks. At four o’clock in the afternoon the whole valley became filled with a dense icy fog that rose to the foot of the castle walls. Nothing was to be seen in the dull,...
Forgot my glasses and read a large sign offering martial arts as ‘Martin Amis’.
“Who needs a face lamp when you can have the whole object?” ”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Related: remember all those early-00s trend pieces about how macho Latino dudes were into Morrissey but “OMG did they know he was FETISHIZING them because he was GAY and wanted to have GAY SEX with them”?
Shopkeepers of the world: if you play mid-90s Morrissey songs in your stores, I will slip into a fugue state and load up my arms with your wares.
Miss Joyce was the nicest teacher in Rosemont School. She was never impatient and almost never cross. Besides, she was young and pretty and had curly hair. Unlike other teachers, Miss Joyce never wore dark blouses and skirts or sensible shoes. She wore the prettiest clothes Ellen had ever seen. Ellen liked best of all a yellow woolen dress that made her think of sunshine on rainy winter days....
UNBORN WHISKEY: In the first weeks the days were... →
In the first weeks the days were long; they often, at their finest, gave me what I used to call my own hour, the hour when, for my pupils, tea-time and bed-time having come and gone, I had, before my final retirement, a small interval alone. Much as I liked my companions, this hour was the thing…
NO, GOOGLE, I DO NOT WANT TO SEARCH FOR ‘CHILDISH GAMBINO DOWNLOAD’ INSTEAD OF ‘GAMBINO FAMILY WIRETAP’.
The most withering look is saved for anyone who suggest my delicate feet are somehow symbolic of some larger personality defect.
Glassy Building Gives Arts Board a Pane; 12 Stories Planned Elegant Cubicles Criticism by Architect By Jack Eisen Staff Reporter. The Washington Post. Apr 21, 1960. p. B1 (1 page)
I don’t go in for all this ‘New York vs. LA’ business because they’re both lovely places with lots to recommend them and anyway cities and landscape are, at this point, a totally artificial construct so what’s the point, BUT. The Jehovah’s Witnesses who just knocked on my apartment door were significantly less impressive than the Jehovah’s Witnesses who...
Sadie seems excited about my return.
Obviously black and orange will always be important to me BUT I grew up going to Kings games (ask me about the time I met Wayne Gretzky in line for candy apples) so I feel comfortable asking, no, telling you to root for them.
People who live in LA suggesting I move to Brooklyn because there’s “nothing happening” on the Upper West Side.
KCRW has really cornered the market on ‘strange and maddeningly paced Squeeze covers’, haven’t they?
The fruit selection at Gelson’s is overwhelming.
What should I do now?
I’m done with the first year of grad school.
“She has Renaissance cleavage.” “I think that’s a Regency-style dress, though.” “How do you even have any friends?”
Also, I took a test this morning and I’m certain I got at least one answer correct. The question involved identifying a particular style of concrete and it’s one I always remember because it’s called waffled concrete.
“It’s all Modern, right?” “Is all Brutalism Modern?” “Is everything modern brutal?”