“Gnomehenge”
This is my missive to you.
That blankness past the trees and the hay barn is no photographic illusion. It’s so foggy that if we hadn’t taken a jaunt over to the mainland, and if I weren’t sitting here in the Camden Public Library, I would have trouble believing the world is not contained on our few acres.
A million years ago, I wrote about a time I went for a jog in my neighborhood, mistakenly thought I saw a girl I knew, and then did run past the girl I had been thinking of.
This was mostly about how I am diffident, but the part about premonition is important too, because it happens to me often. Like, once-a-month-or-more often. Anyway, it’s probably dorky to admit this, but I decided that I’d tumbl about it if I ever collected my thoughts, so today, I lazily saved a draft that just said “friend deja vu”.
Shortly afterwards, I left to run errands and, the idea of friend deja vu still humming in my mind, glimpsed someone I would have bet money was x, but turned out to be perfect stranger y. It should be no secret where this is going: minutes later, I crossed paths with x emerging from the subway.
The uncanny part is not, of course, that I run into people — we all live in Brooklyn after all — but the element of presentiment. What I’m saying is, either I’m psychic or I will people into being.
(via marielk)
Well, Philly famous (the Arthur Kade scale can apply to anything!) but still: as Leila so succinctly put it, “SUCK IT [redacted, but we all know which editor/former boss she means],” while +Jess went with “”suck it, NYMag”!” (Is this another brand of schadenfreude?)This applies to everything right now. Feeling sad? RAIN. Have ringlets in your normally wavy hair? RAIN. Incapable of listening to anything other than “Obsessed”? RAIN. Everything happening in Iran? Probably the rain.
I’m pretty pleased that I accidentally took a day off on Bunker Hill Day.Substitute “accidentally” with “forced to” but other than that, ditto! (Also, you know what, La? We also took Evacuation Day off for our Los Angeles vacation. Do we have an innate sense for Suffolk County-only holidays? Probably!)
Parker Posey, Zach Galifianakis, a shot of the F train, filmed in Fort Greene, and centered around a writer who fancies himself qualified to moonlight as private detective because he’s read lots of novels?
High Away We Go potential, but close enough to home (in many senses of the phrase) that I’m bound to watch. (h/t Mason)
It says nothing good about me that as soon as the rug of context is pulled out from under my feet, I am incapable of judging whether things are good or bad; true or not.
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I’m not being snarky, this is a genuine question: do you think some of the women on RHONJ have had affairs with each other? Specifically, Danielle and Jacqueline and/or Jacqueline and Teresa?It’s obvious that Danielle and Jacqueline are probably having an affair, but — game-changer! — so are Jacqueline and Teresa. WHY ELSE would Danielle say things to Jacqueline like “to be honest, I’m super super passionate about you.” WHY ELSE would Jacqueline very likely risk her life by leaping to Danielle’s defense? And why on earth would Theresa get that angry at Danielle unless there is a love triangle between these three ladies? (Not to mention that it’s increasingly clear that Teresa and her delicious and juicy husband do not have consensual sex.)
What I don’t get is how poor functionally-retarded deer dear Jacqueline is at the center of this. Her?
One among many things that I like about Lykke Li: her willingness to sing “Little Bit” in unorthodox settings and film it.
This is no coincidence.