Hamsters in Jackets Harnessed for Energy. →
about time someone got on that.
the brief wondrous life of oscar wao
i bought this book for my dad, partly because it won a pulitzer and got lots of hype, and partly because it’s about dominicans, and i live in Little DR, aka Washington Heights. it turns out the book doesn’t take place in the Heights for the most part, in fact, the Heights are barely even mentioned. however, when they are, the narrator takes pains to note that the story takes place...
these are a few of our favorite things
lo: brains, banana bread, brendon urie, bilingual aphasia and alliteration. VM: Belgian beers, Buffy, and beards (and alliteration). coincidence? i think homophilia.
but, after 2+ beers with my sister, i decided to visit teeny in the west village at En, and then head down to tribeca to work out at tor’s gym. Normal. Why not? (I did 23 push ups in a row!) then, we went to some bar in tribeca. then to blind tiger. then to the rabbit club. it’s now 4.52 am, i am seeing double, which means this can be accurately described as my first drunken blog....
The night started out innocently enough, Diane and I at Valhalla, in Hell’s Kitchen.
this is about me and my underwear. thanks tor.
sweetcatastrophe: it’s buffalo plaid, its made for lumberjacks, not your tits - vm
this is the first thing i thought of when i woke...
I should probably just get used to it, considering I’m going to be looking at them the rest of my life, but damn do vocal folds look like vaginas. And mine hurt this morning.
vdm = fml
vie de merde = fuck my life now i can read about other people’s ridiculous lives- in both my languages! i love you, internet.
book, log .... blog?
my friend martyna, whom i call teeny, keeps a log of all the books she reads. apparently, she’s been doing this for years, though i had no idea. i thought it might be a good idea for me to keep track of the things im reading, too - maybe just a few cursory notes on the book and what i thought of it. lately, ive found that my brain is a black hole for plots. and i always forget about...
sometimes, new york is gray and lonely
this weekend and always it seems- busted flat in the F.W.
the best thing i've seen on facebook today
Aaron Fischer: I want to name all my pets after famous dictators, starting with Chairman Meow. Then Kim Dog Il and Butros Butros Kitty, and Fido Castro.
James Howard: how bout a rat named mouseulini or a parrot named Gingus Caw or a Shi Tzu named Shitler
John Bolton: Or a cow with a short leg named Moo-So-Leany
Liz McFadden: This brainstorm is GENIUS!!!
Isaac Fischer: how about a lizard name lizard!..... wait....that doesnt work...
Silas Fischer: remember that time isaac sucked the funny out of this? *sigh*
Jordan Dunn: Yeah, but thanks for bringing it back.
How about Pol Pot Pig?! Is the Dali Llama too obvious? He IS a dictator of peace...
Aaron Fischer: Napoleon Bonesaparte . . . Genghis Paws
Silas Fischer: Winston Purrrhill
Jordan Dunn: Franklin Delanor RoosePelt. If four terms isn't a dictatorship. . .
west side run
it was the second day in a row of freakish spring-time warmth. it was so warm that the ground had thawed and my run turned into a squishy, muddy mess; i loved every splashing puddle of it. i ran along riverside park, from roughly 181st, down to the state park at around 140th. all the way down, the sun was shinging on me and making the river haze and sparkle. i thought how this run, with the...
Not unless it stands for “Greatest Purchase of the Year”
to elaborate, in the past week, I’ve been contacted by: Bubbles, Teddie, and Dan Muffin- blasts from my past, each one- people I loved, adored, and fell away from. reunions and comebacks, indeed.
2009 is the year of the reunion, the comeback.– VM
How to Win Friends and Influence People
on the train i saw a man reading “How to Win Friends and Influence People”. i thought it was kind of ironic, as i would never want to be friends with someone if i knew they needed a manual on how to make friends. i also thought- maybe there should be a disclaimer in the forward: “Do not read this in public. Otherwise, you will not make friends. In fact, you will alienate people,...
The Downtown A Experience
Everyone in New York City probably has their own favorite train. Obviously, you love whichever one brings you closest to your door, which for me that is the A train to 181st street. What I really mean is that there are certain phenotypes of A train that I prefer over others. I like the ones with the yellow and orange molded seats. I dislike the ones with the grey benches- the seats are not...
Michael Daves sings like a bluegrass angel. And my dad has a man-crush on him.
My ipod broke and james lent me his. When i plugged it in, i could have erased it and refilled it with my own music. But i didn’t. Instead, i’m getting dressed to his music, running down the escalator steps in time with songs he picked- could he have known that my descending gait and the automated MTA public address and the song playing in my ear would be perfectly synchronized? Now...