10.12.2004
A MILKY, INKY Q & A.
Q. Hey, are you on hiatus or what?
A. Why yes, I am on hiatus! You are so smart. Here's a cookie.
Q. Yeah, but why the hiatus?
A. Well, I have a new job, so I can't slack as much as I did at my old one. Sucks, right? I make the monies, I can't complain, but gosh does it ever look empty over here. Also, my partner in snark is back in school (hippie!) and we can't egg each other on to new heights of gossip as frequently. Let's see, what other excuses do I have? The Sims 2? I could name any number of video games, let's not get picky here, let's just say the blogging love is gone. Or hibernating, anyway.
Q. Meanwhile, entertain me!
A. No promises, but in the near future (as in, 19 days from now) be participating in National Novel Writing Month and I will probably post some of it on the interweb at some point. Careful, it's mildly smutty! It came to me in a dream! Soon I will be consumed with the 1959 lives of three lesbians named Hannelore, Molly and Delilah. I know you're thrilled. Simmer down and maybe I'll post some of it up here.
Q. Hey, are you on hiatus or what?
A. Why yes, I am on hiatus! You are so smart. Here's a cookie.
Q. Yeah, but why the hiatus?
A. Well, I have a new job, so I can't slack as much as I did at my old one. Sucks, right? I make the monies, I can't complain, but gosh does it ever look empty over here. Also, my partner in snark is back in school (hippie!) and we can't egg each other on to new heights of gossip as frequently. Let's see, what other excuses do I have? The Sims 2? I could name any number of video games, let's not get picky here, let's just say the blogging love is gone. Or hibernating, anyway.
Q. Meanwhile, entertain me!
A. No promises, but in the near future (as in, 19 days from now) be participating in National Novel Writing Month and I will probably post some of it on the interweb at some point. Careful, it's mildly smutty! It came to me in a dream! Soon I will be consumed with the 1959 lives of three lesbians named Hannelore, Molly and Delilah. I know you're thrilled. Simmer down and maybe I'll post some of it up here.
8.21.2004
IT'S AUGUST. I DON'T KNOW, GO TAKE A NAP OR SOMETHING.
Much as Gawker has been chronicling a weird string of impressively shitty and/or wankerish articles being run this summer over at the New York Times, I had my own What The Fuck moment when I read this:
Hipster Quits Brooklyn: Out of the Loft, Into Reality. What editor is so hard up for articles that they had to run this 'story'? I'm so confused. I'm sorry: a hipster falls in Brooklyn, and NOBODY GIVES A SHIT.
In other news, the world is suffering from a SERIOUS news drought. We just need August to end, because the damn humidity and the endless heat and the crushing hatred of coworkers who are actually on vacation (those soulless smiling nerds) has become too much to bear. Please, someone, put us out of our collective misery already. September, will you never arrive?
Much as Gawker has been chronicling a weird string of impressively shitty and/or wankerish articles being run this summer over at the New York Times, I had my own What The Fuck moment when I read this:
Hipster Quits Brooklyn: Out of the Loft, Into Reality. What editor is so hard up for articles that they had to run this 'story'? I'm so confused. I'm sorry: a hipster falls in Brooklyn, and NOBODY GIVES A SHIT.
In other news, the world is suffering from a SERIOUS news drought. We just need August to end, because the damn humidity and the endless heat and the crushing hatred of coworkers who are actually on vacation (those soulless smiling nerds) has become too much to bear. Please, someone, put us out of our collective misery already. September, will you never arrive?
8.12.2004
This just in! The Black Eyed Peas are, quite literally, on fire! How exciting. And while shaking their things in the city of sin! Or, you know, the city of studios. Close enough.
CANDY COWBOY STRIKES AGAIN, AND OTHER LINKS OF NOTE.
Best Western Erotica Written by a Bestselling, Confessed Candy-Obsessed Writer: Midnight on Them Spurs, by Steve Almond. Oh boy do I ever love this story. Get it while it's hot!
Best Recent Weblog Obsessions of Inexplicable Origin: Weird Disney audio crap.
Best Surreal Architecture Plan: A garden pathway and common space on an abandoned elevated track line. Meandering paths, clever use of mundane materials (the uneven cement planks), an amphitheatre and a pool, and above all, a way to walk in a city, through a city, on a structure that has a very place-specific history but would otherwise be demolished. When my best friend lived in Jersey City, on walks through her neighborhood we would see massive abandoned tall structures with grass on the top, evidentally abandoned elevated tracks minus the connecting rails. I always wished there was a way to get up on top--like in a videogame, I kept looking around to see which buildings had facing windows from which one could jump to land in that secret abandoned overgrown garden at the top.
Best Recently-Discovered Weblog That Is Totally Me In a Parallel Dimension, The One Where I Buckled Down and Took Science in College and Went to Med School and Was Hardcore Enough to Live in New York City: The Underwear Drawer! Michelle makes the coolest comics and is very funny in her weblog, too. Also she reads awesome books.
Best Western Erotica Written by a Bestselling, Confessed Candy-Obsessed Writer: Midnight on Them Spurs, by Steve Almond. Oh boy do I ever love this story. Get it while it's hot!
Best Recent Weblog Obsessions of Inexplicable Origin: Weird Disney audio crap.
Best Surreal Architecture Plan: A garden pathway and common space on an abandoned elevated track line. Meandering paths, clever use of mundane materials (the uneven cement planks), an amphitheatre and a pool, and above all, a way to walk in a city, through a city, on a structure that has a very place-specific history but would otherwise be demolished. When my best friend lived in Jersey City, on walks through her neighborhood we would see massive abandoned tall structures with grass on the top, evidentally abandoned elevated tracks minus the connecting rails. I always wished there was a way to get up on top--like in a videogame, I kept looking around to see which buildings had facing windows from which one could jump to land in that secret abandoned overgrown garden at the top.
Best Recently-Discovered Weblog That Is Totally Me In a Parallel Dimension, The One Where I Buckled Down and Took Science in College and Went to Med School and Was Hardcore Enough to Live in New York City: The Underwear Drawer! Michelle makes the coolest comics and is very funny in her weblog, too. Also she reads awesome books.
7.29.2004
Fucking Madonna. Excuse me, "Esther." Target's "Red Hot Shop" is currently featuring a $26 Kabbalah Red String.
That's it. Just a string. Not with a book, not with any assorted jewellery. You are paying twenty-six dollars of your hard-earned, grubby dollars to buy some fucking embroidery floss!
Dearest Target, to quote the most elegant, future American Evita herself, "Shove it."
That's it. Just a string. Not with a book, not with any assorted jewellery. You are paying twenty-six dollars of your hard-earned, grubby dollars to buy some fucking embroidery floss!
Dearest Target, to quote the most elegant, future American Evita herself, "Shove it."
7.27.2004
WELCOME TO WASHINGTON-ON-THE-CHARLES! EXCEPT, NOT.
As front-desk receptionist at our office, my good friend, the estimable Liz, was bound to run into some DNC antics sooner or later. She says today, "Now the DNC has touched my life personally and I am not happy about it."
Now, since I've been reading Wonkette almost religiously for her dead-on DC impressions of all the election tomfoolery, I almost expected Liz to break out with some sort of story about an accidental fantasy moment involving Barack Obama. (Um, not that I'm projecting or anything. Hasn't happened to me. Gosh. Yet. Okay, I guess maybe I was a little influenced by that NPR report this morning about how he's just so damned attractive to so many hot demographics. I repeat: hot demographics. Hott.)
Anyway! The DNC has touched the life of our office and now we feel all dirty. Some jackass called up asking about our business PhD programs and this was the approximate exchange, as reported by Liz:
...
So apparently in my disinterested channel-flipping last night I managed to totally miss Clinton's fantastic speech, which would have been nice to see. I miss Clinton. I miss those days in college when people would whisper reverentially maybe the bubble will never burst! Oh that unbeatable flavor of charisma and an economic surplus. Okay, going to go cry in the corner now, ignore me. Maybe I'll listen to a cache of the speech later tonight and try to watch some of the televised proceedings leading up to the mandatory Daily Show viewing hour. Maybe I'll start a support-group-cum-field-trip-club devoted entirely to meeting with other introverted, agoraphobic Cambridge/Somerville bloggers who kinda sorta want to go gawk at the convention downtown but are pretty sure they'd wind up picking the wrong subway stop and totally just taking pictures of cyclone fences for fifteen minutes or so. I really don't go downtown enough...
As front-desk receptionist at our office, my good friend, the estimable Liz, was bound to run into some DNC antics sooner or later. She says today, "Now the DNC has touched my life personally and I am not happy about it."
Now, since I've been reading Wonkette almost religiously for her dead-on DC impressions of all the election tomfoolery, I almost expected Liz to break out with some sort of story about an accidental fantasy moment involving Barack Obama. (Um, not that I'm projecting or anything. Hasn't happened to me. Gosh. Yet. Okay, I guess maybe I was a little influenced by that NPR report this morning about how he's just so damned attractive to so many hot demographics. I repeat: hot demographics. Hott.)
Anyway! The DNC has touched the life of our office and now we feel all dirty. Some jackass called up asking about our business PhD programs and this was the approximate exchange, as reported by Liz:
Jerk: I'm calling on behalf of someone who is interested in maybe studying business at your school, he's here for the DNC...Yeah, jackass. We'll just go right ahead and pull that red carpet out of our asses and lay it right out for you. You go on ahead with your "friend" and rock with your bad DNC self.
Liz: Well, we don't have admissions counselors at this office and we recommend that he research on our website about the programs we offer before he decides to...
Jerk: So you're telling me that you actively discourage prospective students from contacting current students?
Liz: ...
So apparently in my disinterested channel-flipping last night I managed to totally miss Clinton's fantastic speech, which would have been nice to see. I miss Clinton. I miss those days in college when people would whisper reverentially maybe the bubble will never burst! Oh that unbeatable flavor of charisma and an economic surplus. Okay, going to go cry in the corner now, ignore me. Maybe I'll listen to a cache of the speech later tonight and try to watch some of the televised proceedings leading up to the mandatory Daily Show viewing hour. Maybe I'll start a support-group-cum-field-trip-club devoted entirely to meeting with other introverted, agoraphobic Cambridge/Somerville bloggers who kinda sorta want to go gawk at the convention downtown but are pretty sure they'd wind up picking the wrong subway stop and totally just taking pictures of cyclone fences for fifteen minutes or so. I really don't go downtown enough...
7.20.2004
MY, IT HAS BEEN A WHILE, HASN'T IT.
Hello, blog world! It's pretty dusty in here, you'll have to forgive me if I'm sneezy this afternoon. It's been so long since I've been around. So many cultural wastelands left unplundered! So many craptastic pop culture encounters left unsnarked! I have a passel of book reviews I would like to post here, so keep an eye out for those in the next week.
Meanwhile, the actual announcement: I have a zine for sale! It is entitled Litmus Playground #1. It contains 14 pages of autobiographical writings. You can order a copy and learn more here, on the new Zines page. I wrote LP #1 with the intention of making it into a series, so I fully expect to be creating more LP issues in the future. Maybe every 3-6 months? We'll see. In the meantime, order a copy, or email me if you have clever or nefarious trades in mind, in place of that paltry $2 I'm asking for.
While I'm at it, you should visit Persephassa.com to learn about some amazing zines, and you should also visit Something's Begun for a beautiful website and see her page of zines. And the fabulous Jen Tynes has Found in Nature, a chapbook, currently available for pre-order. Jen operates the fledgling Horse Less Press - support them!
Anyway, sorry I've been on hiatus for so long. I didn't get a summer vacation at work, but I took a break from my responsibilities anyway! Back to the snark.
Hello, blog world! It's pretty dusty in here, you'll have to forgive me if I'm sneezy this afternoon. It's been so long since I've been around. So many cultural wastelands left unplundered! So many craptastic pop culture encounters left unsnarked! I have a passel of book reviews I would like to post here, so keep an eye out for those in the next week.
Meanwhile, the actual announcement: I have a zine for sale! It is entitled Litmus Playground #1. It contains 14 pages of autobiographical writings. You can order a copy and learn more here, on the new Zines page. I wrote LP #1 with the intention of making it into a series, so I fully expect to be creating more LP issues in the future. Maybe every 3-6 months? We'll see. In the meantime, order a copy, or email me if you have clever or nefarious trades in mind, in place of that paltry $2 I'm asking for.
While I'm at it, you should visit Persephassa.com to learn about some amazing zines, and you should also visit Something's Begun for a beautiful website and see her page of zines. And the fabulous Jen Tynes has Found in Nature, a chapbook, currently available for pre-order. Jen operates the fledgling Horse Less Press - support them!
Anyway, sorry I've been on hiatus for so long. I didn't get a summer vacation at work, but I took a break from my responsibilities anyway! Back to the snark.
5.27.2004
SITE UPDATE
Just a quick note: I have posted a new section of poems I have written in the last few years. It's incomplete, but I hope to expand the section in the future with more writings & perhaps some photography or collage scans. We'll see. Check it out!
Just a quick note: I have posted a new section of poems I have written in the last few years. It's incomplete, but I hope to expand the section in the future with more writings & perhaps some photography or collage scans. We'll see. Check it out!
