archives for Friday 8 December 2006
friday refrain · mes parents, encore
Friday 8 December 2006 | I like a cookie
THE SINGING-WOMAN FROM THE WOOD’S EDGE What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water, What should I be but the fiend’s god-daughter? And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frog, That [...]
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fashion notes
Friday 8 December 2006 | I like a cookie
In the midst of the Un’s Texan odyssey, fashion writer Hatty Oliver took time to comment on our comment on her article about dressing your age, which is just ridiculously exciting. (Though you’d think we’d be a touch more blasé about culture journalism, having been a more-or-less happily more-or-less underpublished and underpaid movie critic ourselves [...]
tori still understands, part II
Friday 8 December 2006 | I like a cookie
First your Unnarrator, excerpted from some correspondence: Dad is working in a music store and loves it, mostly I think because he gets discounts on equipment and has a great opportunity to flog his CD (which I’m sorry to say is endearingly cheesy, with that Casio drum-sound in the background). Mom is working like crazy [...]
