December 2008
tesslynch:
nom nom nom.
this place is pretty cool. they have lots of kombucha and falafel.
Countdown to Super Shuttle arrival:
19 hours!!!
(That equals a 5am pick-up time. It’s going to be a SERIOUS DAY of travel.)
“Rose sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid...”
– Eight Cousins, by Louisa M. Alcott
Just realized this is the piece of writing most familiar to me out of most of all of the rest of whatever’s been written in the world ever.
“Dan ends up committing the one sin he and Jo always feared he would, though it...”
– Jo’s Boys - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Ummmm did anybody else have a huge crush on Dan??? I know I did. When I was nine. OMG dying for Indians, WEEP!!!
HAPPY SOOOO HAPPY
Just got home and both of us are indulging in our various forms of comfort.
ME: put on a brand spanky new pair of sweater tights! SWEATER TIGHTS!! Brilliant!!! Plus I already have on a regular sweater!! CHRISTMAS COMFORT done.
BOY: just got a new “ride cymbal” for his “drum kit” and is “installing it”.*
*Drum kit is actually the elaborate near-professional...
Harvard-Westlake holiday party WHATTTT!!!
thank you for the sushi and copious amounts of fine wine.
SuperDeluxe R.I.P. →
atencio:
Looks like Turner broadcasting has finally pulled the plug on the SuperDeluxe life support. And that’s that, it’s gone for good. They’ve also gone against what they oringinally promised and took down all the content from the site, rather than integrate it into Adult Swim, with the exception of a few of the most popular shows. I worked on a bunch of different things for SD, and while I was...
THIS IS ABOUT GIRL STUFF
Ok ladies: underwear??? honestly???
I just bought Winter Tights today for California weather (hello it’s SNOWING IN MALIBU so we win, hands down, for the rest of the decade as far as Freakish Living Conditions go),
and I’m just excited cause this means I can wear skirts and the tights will hide the whole “granny underwear” thing. I like wearing full-coverage...
LAist: Okay, it's Snowing in Malibu Right Now →
atencio:
Jason: Just throw it away, man. You said you weren’t gonna bring any useless crap to the new apartment.
Peter: I know, but what if it ever does? Imagine, I’d be the only guy in L.A. with a sled! I could make a fortune just renting it out to people for the day. I’d be a god!
Jason: Give it up, okay? It’s not gonna happen. You’re an idiot if you think it’ll ever snow in L.A. This is not...
Dinner:
Chicken thighs stewed in Trader Joe’s masala; steamed broccoli. so far!
75% of my conversations today ended to the effect of
“AND I’VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR A WHILE so I know what the hell I’m talking about.”
re:
travel, relationships, and jobs. That’s what I’m going to feel good about in 2009.
“If she hides your shoes when you’re late for work, and from a supine position on...”
– Does She Love You? by Pasha Malla - The Morning News
Um, this part should really read: “When you’re late for work she already has your shoes waiting for you by the door,”
because really, if she knows where your shoes are before you have to ask, that’s not just love,...
How About
tesslynch:
A “buy people books for the holidays” campaign to help out the publishing industry? That idea just came to me when I realized I just helped it out bigtime because I have been a readaholic.
Right??? I think I’ve spent at least $500-1000 on the publishing industry this year alone. That’s a good whole-number percentage of my income!!!
oh and a glass of wine, HA HA, obvs.
I am trying to inject flavor into string beans.
My alchemy: olive oil, garlic, crushed red pepper and anchovy paste.*
*Please note this is my general recipe for Flavoring Everything. This mixture may very well be the secret to my soul.
The weather in Venice:
pretty much exactly the same as it is here!
Rainy & floody, but still in the fifties most days.
Venice is flooding! Rome is flooding! And so might we. I think it is the mark of elderly utopias.
drned:
Tom Waits “Christmas Card From A Hooker In...
The air right now!
It smells cool in the evening. It smells cool in the morning. It smells good, like movement.
I just made a vengeful pan gravy. I think it’s going to taste SWEET.
I’m going to pack little baggies full of jerky, nuts, and Craisins to take with me (for the plane AND for those inevitable occasions in the car or waiting in lines where I’ll be a fucking cranky hungry betch). *
*Yes we still have a week before we leave BUT YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE the comprehensive plan I have for packing & traveling in a well-organized fashion.
ivanrambles:
yumwatch:
Do you still get free socks on international flights???
I still have like four pairs I got from British Airways years and years ago.
I like airplane socks. It’s just a nice homey touch.
i’ve flown BA four times in the past year and half and have yet to get airplane socks… that’s uncool.
CUTBACKS!!!
Do you still get free socks on international flights???
I still have like four pairs I got from British Airways years and years ago.
I like airplane socks. It’s just a nice homey touch.
Related to the Currency Treasure Hunt, of course, is finding various metro stubs and museum entry-tickets from all over the world. I never throw these out, because, well, they’re neat little bits of memory to discover when you’re bored during movie previews at the Burbank Town Center.
The memory works something like this:
“Haven’t cleaned out this purse in a...
On Currency and Memory
I am organizing various travel bags and travel goodies (plug converters, check; mini-umbrella, check; first-aid kit, check; inflatable headrests for airplane, GODFUCKINGDAMN WHERE’D I PUT YOU):
in the process of deciding which bits of luggage and clothing to use, I’m coming across all sorts of leftover small change from various countries.
Swedish kroner, Belizean fifty-cent pieces,...
WORKIN IN
Yes, I am going to work on this gloomy Saturday. Siiiiigh, life of an admissions person.
So if you’re joyriding down Sunset and you happen to stop by Amoeba for a record or the ArcLight for a flick, take a moment to recognize the poor saps in blue polo shirts running their weary butts off over at the Film School. I’ll be the one in the shamefully unironed khaki pants and fat-making...
