Today in me exhibiting willpower by not immediately purchasing this hilarious sweater on ebay.
Here’s the first of a couple videos we made (with Andrew Gauthier and Valerie Temple) in a work-in-progress series called “Vegetarian Tonight.” In this one, how to make fritatta, from eggs and whatever vegetables you’ve got on hand.
Yes! Lukas, you’re a star! (You also make beautiful, delicious food.)
I just learned that Sigourney Weaver was 39 when she made Working Girl, almost a full decade older her just-turned 30 year old character, Katharine Parker. That’s some damn good skin, girl!
p.s. Has this kind of thing ever happened before or since in Hollywood? An older woman playing a much younger part? I mean, Anne Bancroft was only 36 when she made The Graduate and people bought that she was a pre-menopausal dragon mother. Now I’m even more pissed off about the guy who called me “ma’am” on the train this morning. I’ve got a few good years left, I swear!
The original trailer for Working Girl is like a bunch of deleted scenes holding hands!
This scene in Working Girl makes me feel like such a pervert. Harrison Ford’s character bares his soul about his feelings of irrelevancy and it’s very touching and heartfelt but all I can pay attention to is that glob of gyro sauce at the corner of his mouth. I just want to lick it away for him. With my tongue. I can’t focus on anything else. This must be what most dudes feel like about talking to girls with, y’know, boobs.
Lynda Barry & Ira Glass
“For a time, Ira Glass dated cartoonist Lynda Barry and moved to Chicago in 1989 to be with her. He called Barry his “little ghetto girl” and she does not remember the relationship fondly. Barry is quoted in a 1998 Chicago Reader article as saying of Glass, “I went out with him. It was the worst thing I ever did. When we broke up he gave me a watch and said I was boring and shallow, and I wasn’t enough in the moment for him, and it was over.” In the same article, Glass is quoted on his feelings about their breakup: “I was an idiot. I was in the wrong. About the breakup… About so many things with her. Anything bad she says about me I can confirm.” (.)
Barry has written a comic story about the relationship, entitled “Head Lice and My Worst Boyfriend,” in her book One! Hundred! Demons!.”
Ira Glass was a shockingly bad boyfriend and used to look a bit like Weird Al Yankovic. I’ll be thinking about this for the remainder of the year.
Just finished watching White Christmas, and I found this particular song to be much more enjoyable when you assume they’re singing about cocaine.
Me and my best friend have been planning to get blue fan tattoos in honor of the “Sisters” number in this movie. I also once tried to convince my friend Jason to get knuckle tattoos that said “YULE TIDE”. Basically, I think any Christmas-related tattoos are a great idea.
This sexy Santette looks like Heidi Klum doing the Conan O’Brien string dance. ‘Tis the season!
Val and I spent the morning lying around in a pile of industrial thread scraps at PS1. Allegedly there are gold necklaces in there that you can dig for and then keep, if you find them, but why would you do that when instead you can roll around and enjoy being in the pile? Typically I try to avoid big obvious metaphors, but I will make an exception if they’re comfortable.
If you can find my face and hand sticking out of the thread in the top photo you have a very good eye!
A full day later, I am still thinking about this giant pile of thread. And I’m also still thinking about how we didn’t even bother to check out the 9/11 exhibit two floors up because we were too busy rolling around in this Comfy Pile of Happiness. Team Lazy, indeed.
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Val and I sang this song standing on the deck of the ferry today. Highly recommended. The only thing better would be to do it in full costume. A gay dude gave me a knowing smirk as we disembarked, I think we were pretty loud
You have to be loud when you sing Babs. We did it just right.
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