November 2011
4 posts
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A bird/dame/skirt in a nest
Oh birds. We have had some rough times together. I do such a good job of never eating you and yet you torment me. Dive bombs. Excrement. Shouting at me through the fire-escape window. Biting. Honking. General rudeness. And yet as days get shorter and colder and I become less inclined to go out of doors (which is, coincidentally, where you reek your havoc, so think about that) I’m inspired...
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Fashion magazine cover concepts that need to be...
Woman wading in water while wearing a gown.
Really? We are still doing this? Is this boring anyone else to the point of wanting to not ever wear a ball gown? I’m getting there. I tells ya.
Are these some highfalutin allusions? To straight depressed Ophelia drowning in her big fancy dress? To straight depressed Virginia Woolf loaded down with rocks as she enters the river to drown...
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No thank you, Mr. Sandler
There are, of course, different kinds of heartbreak. Quick snaps like a finger being broken in a mob movie. The pendulum swing of back and forth love that results in alternating feelings of heart pain and elation. The devastating thud followed by ease and relief, knowing you’ve kicked the habit, something bad for you. And then the slow ache of watching your love, maybe your first love,...
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Help? Hope?
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that I have watched a lot of television. Like, probably my lifetime share plus at least three other peoples’ lifetime shares and I am not even middle-aged yet. So a lot. A. Lot. And yet, I don’t know if I’ve ever encountered a show as dark as Enlightened. It’s been given a short run on HBO, alongside it’s polar opposite...
