At Tropical down on the lower east village, then to see Nika Costa.
Sometimes sneaking into the background is best.
…I know…its terrible. Kristin Johnson lost 60 lbs!!! I thought she looked adorable and healthy before. Now she looks kinda scary.
After staffing briefings all day, I get 10 days off until I start the new gig (at a school - i’m hoping they won’t block my Tumblr access, or I may have to quit immediately).
Last night I had a dream that my payout (i.e. my final paycheck for the 4 days worked since the last payday and my PTO payout) was enormous and much larger than my regular paychecks. Sigh. That woulda been nice.
Somewhere in North Dakota, there is a town called Owl that isn’t there. Disco is over, but punk never happened. They don’t have cable. They don’t really have pop culture, unless you count grain prices and alcoholism. People work hard and then they die. They hate the government and impregnate teenage girls. But that’s not nearly as awful as it sounds; in fact, sometimes it’s perfect.
Mitch Hrlicka lives in Owl. He plays high school football and worries about his weirdness, or lack thereof. Julia Rabia just moved to Owl. She gets free booze and falls in love with a self-loathing bison farmer who listens to Goats Head Soup. Horace Jones has resided in Owl for seventy-three years. He consumes a lot of coffee, thinks about his dead wife, and understands the truth. They all know each other completely, except that they’ve never met.
Like a colder, Reagan-era version of The Last Picture Show fused with Friday Night Lights, Chuck Klosterman’s Downtown Owl is the unpretentious, darkly comedic story of how it feels to exist in a community where rural mythology and violent reality are pretty much the same thing. Loaded with detail and unified by a (very real) blizzard, it’s technically about certain people in a certain place at a certain time…but it’s really about a problem. And the problem is this: What does it mean to be a normal person? And there is no answer. But in Downtown Owl, what matters more is how you ask the question.” —
His fiction is so boring and messy.
So my boyfriend literally can’t sleep at my apartment during summer because of noise from the street through the open window. Anyone have any recommendations for good earplugs?
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BWHAHAHAHAHA. Poor Sethles.
Stuck in the W Hotel Times Sq. There’s a song on loop that keeps repeating ‘Tres tres chich’ it’s making me crazy!
My dinner plans changed drastically when I got off the subway to see the Farmer’s Market still in full (okay, like 1/3) swing. Any excuse to NOT go to Whole Foods and I’m willing to completely overhaul the menu. Tonight we’ll be having (provided I can pull it off):
- Dueling Local Summer Squash (one yellow, one zuke) stuffed with mahogany rice, swiss chard, goat cheese and herbs (home-grown rosemary & local cilantro)
- Sauteed spinach and garlic-greens
- Local Chardonnay
- Possibly dessert from Black Hound!