archives for January 2004
I don’t even believe in jeebus
Saturday 31 January 2004 | I like a cookie
Poor David Denby! But really, working alongside Anthony—it’s worse than being Midge next to Barbie—it’s enough to make anyone turn to Internet porn for solace. I haven’t written in a gazillion hours or more, mostly because the faeries are eating my innards slowly and voluptuously. Ghost World was watched, and worthily so; and a novelization [...]
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how much should this really be allowed to bother me?
Friday 30 January 2004 | I like a cookie
I mean, it’s got a really groovy cover and all. Maybe I should focus on that, and not on the fact that the incredibly hot young woman who wrote the forthcoming novel Here Kitty Kitty (Little Brown, May 2004) actually beat the pants off me (oh don’t I wish) at a dumb poetry contest in [...]
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please, please, please don’t ever ask…
Friday 30 January 2004 | I like a cookie
…how I came to visit The History of The United States Penny Online.
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erratum
Friday 30 January 2004 | I like a cookie
It wasn’t Ann Padgett; it was Janet Fitch, and I can’t even remember what it is of hers that’s published under the capacious Oprah aegis, only I so disliked it that the comment about the shrine, nestled in the stupid book-club notes in the back (which I always read with vicious interest for their dead-funny [...]
“or also brilliant / and reassuring, oprah winfrey”
Friday 30 January 2004 | I like a cookie
Which quotation is from a poem by PLOTUS and former prof of mine Pinsky, believe it or not; sycophantic? Today I passed through Amazon looking for something or other, only to find this: “Oprah continues to share her love of the classics with her latest Book Club pick, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Nobel Prize [...]
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further wildlife notes (in annoying helen fielding style)
Wednesday 28 January 2004 | I like a cookie
1) Mouse hops disgruntledly from green bucket which serves as kitchen bin and bounces off into dead leaves, unaware that tonight it will serve as appetizer for coyotes’ dining experience. Or perhaps it has sensed this, which is why it preferred safe boredom of life in my teacup. 2) On way back, pass New Mexican [...]
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sundance
Tuesday 27 January 2004 | I like a cookie
You’ve got to see the McSweeney’s correspondent’s impressions of this year’s Sundance Festival. So wonderful I want to put my head in my hands and gently moan in gratitude. Now I’m going to read the monologue of Mr. Lane’s and then go moan some more.
bl•gsp•t disloyalty
Tuesday 27 January 2004 | I like a cookie
Moveable Type! Could it so soon be ours? Why is Mandarin’s Doctor’s Husband being so generous? We can ditch all these silly entries and start anew. There’s enough blog in us for about five of these things, I fear. Keep thinking of Mandarin peering out at the big fluffy wild ovulating yowling cat. Hope her [...]
emptiness has its solace
Saturday 24 January 2004 | I like a cookie
The pointed plangent pungency of educated guess is not helping much. It is possible it’s even making things worse? you broke me bodily the heart ain’t the half of it and I’ll never learn to laugh at it in my good-natured way in fact I’m laughing less in general but I learned a lot at [...]
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short note to mandarin
Thursday 22 January 2004 | I like a cookie
You are not a bad person for laughing at Three Kings (did you catch that wonderful short cut to Spike Jonze shooting at cans?) any more than you are a bad person for gasping and putting your hand to your throat when a certain young woman is shot in the head, unexpected and expected both [...]
