July 2012
Notes
- Subway Dancer 1: [falls, mid-move] Oh! I fell.
- Me: Are you ok?
- Subway Dancer 1: Yeah.
- [All dancers proceed to collect hats full of cash]
- Me: You should fall more often.
- Subway Dancer 2: Ha! He said you should fall more often.
June 2012
Listen
Robert Palmer - I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On
Now At Last
Blossom Dearie
NOW AT LAST // BLOSSOM DEARIE
when the wind was fresh on the hills, and the stars were new in the sky, and a lark was heard in the still - where was i?
“It no longer occurs to me to query the use of four-letter words, even when they are used gratuitously, as in “I missed the fucking bus.” I used to be a prude, but now I am a ruined woman. We had a discussion in the copy department a few weeks ago about how to style the euphemism: Shall it be “f”-word,” f word, f-word, “F” word, F word, or F-word? I don’t like any of them. Fuck euphemisms. Get on the goddam fucking bus.”
—Mary Norris on profanity in The New Yorker: http://nyr.kr/OArE2z (via newyorker) (via npr)
Listen
Cake - Let Me Go
Out of Balance
I feel we should talk
when a passing thunderstorm
trips your car alarm.
Thursday is no more self-filtering day apparently
- dramatis personae: My boss' boss and me, preparing our coffees in the kitchenette this morning.
- him: Nice shirt. Is that Lord & Taylor?
- me: It's actually Beacon's Closet.
- me: Second-hand.
- me: Someone probably died in it.
- him: ...
- him: Well there's this big sale going on at Lord & Taylor.
- me: Noted!
