Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
These days, I'm feeling weary. I flip impatiently through the shuffle on the iPod. The Motown sounds too earnest and heartbreaking, the Stooges too harsh, the country too twangy. I recently sat down to do a great purging of music that was currently annoying me, and by the end of process, I realized doing so would whittle the store down to half. And following the campaign ins and outs, the Iraq updates, the congressional hearings requires a processing ability I don't care to muster.
So, I got a giant stack of novels, with a heavy emphasis on psychological thrillers. I've got some fascinating clothing-history books. I'm thinking of new patterns. I might take a class in cooking, sewing, or something else. I've got the journal back out, and I'm revisiting writing of various types, possibly of some really bad poetry.
All of which is to say, I think I'm going on sabbatical into the nondigital world. Possibly when I have something interesting to say or show la vida Laura (finished woodwork, say, or, another bird--alive or dead--in the basement), I'll bestow it on the five of you.
Monday, April 7, 2008
It's like Al Gore is back again!
Sunday, April 6, 2008
[Edna] Chase was one of New York's legendary editors. A stickler for clarity, she argued that if she could not understand something, how could her readers be expected to? Her rejection letters made the toughest writers wilt and she demanded propriety at all times. After a young editor tried to commit suicide by throwing herself under a subway train, Chase remarked when the woman eventually returned to work: "We at Vogue don't throw ourselves under subway trains, my dear. If we must, we take sleeping pills."
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Where's the Job Description for That Person on Antiques Roadshow Who Knows All About the Vintage Clothes?
And my thinking on this is so nebulous, anyway, that I wasn't necessarily thinking "design" per se, just something to do with clothing, preferably vintage, and maybe preserving or researching same. Mainly, I'm trying to figure out options that exist, and I think my vocabulary on this is limited.
I haven't even gotten to landscape architecture and design (although, again, I think legible renderings are a necessary function; although, true, the one thing I know how to draw is a tree). Aren't I good with the greenery? And wouldn't it be kind of cool to learn about all kinds of plants and what conditions they prefer?
Yes, I know, I should get a career counselor. But all the tests I've taken pretty much point to the same place. Did you know I'm well suited to be an editor or a writer?
I think the solution may be to just be an accountant and be done with this whole need to Learn, Be Expressive, and Make a Difference. Creativity can be left to one's own time and take a variety of forms, right? Bah.
I live next door to an empty house with newly peeling-off gutters and a disappeared for-sale sign (someone plucked it out and tossed it, unceremoniously, into the back yard), so this provides me nightmare scenarios.
Friday, April 4, 2008
But the nub of the matter is that he may have made my future mead samplings cripplingly awkward. I'm afraid the 20-something liquor store guy may have observed one of these scenes and now thinks I'm a cougar.
That, my friends, cannot be borne.
1. what do i get, the buzzcocks
2. the skin of my yellow country teeth, clap your hands say yeah
3. house in my head, sons & daughters [just bought this cd: love it]
4. spare-ohs, andrew bird
5. rock the house, gorillaz
6. when the sun goes down, arctic monkeys
7. the judgement, elvis costello and the imposters
8. the dress, blonde redhead
9. tennessee whiskey, george jones
10. rich woman, robert plant and alison krauss
bonus song that's making me happy this morning: bunny ain't no kind of rider, of montreal.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
You remember this guy, no?
[Dougas] Feith boasted to Sands that back in 2002, he "was really a player" in ensuring that Gitmo detainees would not receive Geneva protections. But when Sands asked him "whether, in the end, he was at all concerned that the Geneva decision might have diminished America’s moral authority," Feith got nasty:He was not. “The problem with moral authority,” he said, was “people who should know better, like yourself, siding with the assholes, to put it crudely.”
Tommy Franks, who led the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan, has been much quoted as calling Feith “the fucking stupidest guy on the face of the earth,” apparently for ideas he proposed to Franks and his planners.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Want to see a real-life spontaneous musical and the bewildered people witnessing it?
Real men bowl. Well. Which Obama obviously doesn't. So he isn't. No word on whether Wii counts.
This is so how Jurassic Park happened.