archives for August 2005
overheard from production, vol. 1, no. 5
Tuesday 16 August 2005 | I like a cookie
“He looks constipated!” “Yeah, but a lot of women are into that.” “Well I’ve never met one.” • “In between your rising sign and your sun sign, you’re gonna be your own worst enemy.”
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another gray day
Sunday 14 August 2005 | I like a cookie
It’s cold and rainy and I can’t remember how to light the pilots to the heaters, so my feet are clammy. Eloise practically slept on my face last night. But it was stilling to fall asleep to the rare soft sound of rain. Some days I make no sense and neither does anyone else. On [...]
whispering heaven
Tuesday 9 August 2005 | I like a cookie
Depending on what you read, this rather poetically named tea is neither more nor less than plain black ceylon tea flavored with/as/next to, variously: “floral” “exotic citrus fruits” “citrus notes” “grapefruit” “mallow flowers”/”mallow petals” “hibiscus” “marigold” “mango” “rose”/”rose petals” or is also described as “a black rose congou base infused with grapefruit and hibiscus notes.” [...]
cultural artifacts
Tuesday 9 August 2005 | I like a cookie
I’ve been deeply tickled by the bios of the two co-editors of The Journal of Revolting Aesthetics, or whatever it’s yclept—who are also partners; either that or they just happen to have the same last name: As an artist, besides writing, editing and researching, Marc Herbst makes art. A practioner of the plastic arts, he [...]
overheard from production, vol. 1, no. 4
Monday 8 August 2005 | I like a cookie
“I had a friend who got shot in the head, and he was fine—I mean, he has post-traumatic stress disorder, but it could have been a lot worse!”
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bloody technorati
Sunday 7 August 2005 | I like a cookie
We’ve been had! [My old blog with Mandarin has long since been deleted.] But I still can’t find M.’s, despite countless and pointless hours of searching blogs with keywords like “Imperial College” “Saul Bellow,” “Martin Amis,” “Malcolm Gladwell,” “multiple myeloma,” and “granular chylamidia” (his eye disease of specialization). [And later, when I did, it broke [...]
morning backblog
Saturday 6 August 2005 | I like a cookie
I’m up and about when I’m sure I never would be normally. Sequence of events as follows: 8:30—stoner guy who does organic landscaping calls for the second time asking N. about a lilac tree (to replace the one he sawed down, um, accidentally, while I was visiting Mandarin); I jerk awake, sweating and disoriented; Weetzie [...]
overheard from production, vol. 1, no. 3
Tuesday 2 August 2005 | I like a cookie
“And I said to him, come on! Like, what are you going to do? Are you going to STOP me? I can pee in a parking lot if I want to!”
read ‘overheard from production, vol. 1, no. 3’
83¢; or, why mandarin has absolutely nothing about which to feel guilty
Monday 1 August 2005 | I like a cookie
Whereas I, on the other hand, should probably get a DA sponsor. I still have three bills to pay before mid-August: gas/elec for $6.67, phone for $51.53, and credit card for $405.57 total, $13.00 minimum payment. So here’s how you can start with $1000 and end with 83¢, in a little less than a fortnight. [...]
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