-Got a lot of sleep, woke up at 12, met my friend and headed over to the Guggenheim. 95% of it is off limits b/c they’re setting up for the next exhibit, which is mostly paintings, which is funny, because my architecture professor told us that FLW specifically designed the Guggenheim to be rounded because he wanted it to be hard to display paintings because he didn’t like paintings. We did get to see the Kandinsky exhibit, which had some cool pieces. It was so NICE to actually talk about the art and the technique and stuff with someone. To talk about what we responded to. I like Monet and some impressionism, but I also really respond to the clean lines of Russian constructivisim and Kandinsky and that kind of thing.
-And then we went for coffee and talked about creativity, and I want so much to be creative. I’m definitely going to take another class at School of Visual Arts this summer, either typography or letterpress. And I can do ceramics there, too, which would be so much fun. I left the encounter feeling unexpectedly inspired.
Just, very quickly- was supposed to go to some show in Brooklyn with ex-MC tonight, and that didn’t pan out so I just went to his place instead, and I think I am 100% not attracted to him anymore, which is just RAD. He bites his nails like it’s going out of style, which I never noticed until New Years. How did I not notice that before? I know I put him on a pedestal and all, but I’m a pretty observant person… maybe it’s a new habit? And there were a few other things that kind of turned me off. But we watched Fringe (he likes Fringe! I am thrilled!) and talked about his weird new company, and dating and, it’s just funny how I’m so comfortable with him now. I find his company delightful, and I can only hope that he doesn’t get another girlfriend who totally monopolizes his time. Or maybe he likes it that way. Or maybe I didn’t try hard enough to stay friendly with him last time. I don’t know how girls are about their boyfriends having girl-friends. Some feel threatened, I imagine, but others are probably fine with it. I suppose it depends on the girl/situation. In past experiences, I’ve usually been friends with the male AND the female component, so there were no issues.
Tomorrow I have a museum date with a friend of a friend. Or maybe he’s my friend, too, sort of? This is someone I used to absolutely loathe when I was 11, and now we’re older and more mature, and I could use a museum buddy. He grew up realll nice, too. I’m kind of nervous because I’ve never hung out with this guy alone before, but I’m sure it will be fine. I am A++ when it comes to making mountains out of molehills, I tell you what.
Gevalia is one of my agency’s clients. I think they may be visiting today. What this means: free coffee at the coffee bar, a montage of Swedish things on the monitors behind the bar (including the Swedish Chef!), and Robyn’s “Konichiwa Bitches” on a constant loop (uncensored!).
“Plus, folks, the Mighty Mighty Bosstones are in this movie. I think Heckerling knew. She had to know when she was setting up that shot of the guy who just dances, or getting closeups of the lead singer’s weird grimaces, that every piece of pop culture in this movie would be a fond little joke in 15 years. She had to know. And that’s why this movie holds up like a champ.”—Watching Clueless For the First Time @ Splitsider I never really thought about Clueless as a Girl Movie. I always thought about it as a Funny Movie with a sweet ending.
“Sidebar: Throughout the episode, Steven Tyler occasionally puts on these Rite Aid–spinning-rack-looking reading glasses and it drives me nuts. I hate nothing more than when millionaires have cheap accessories. Last year I kept seeing Paul McCartney wearing those suspenders with the clips. SIR Paul McCartney. CLIPS. Let me tell you something: If I had that kind of money, I would wear white tie and tails to the DMV. The sweat would pour in rivulets from underneath my opera hat, but I’d wipe it away with a gold brick.”—also via PFT. And yeah, I thought Steven Tyler’s glasses were oddly elderly. I guess he got the Aunt Phyllis Glasses to go along with the Aunt Phyllis Honesty.
“Fifteen-year-old Emma Henry almost doesn’t make it! She cries when J.Lo tells her that her voice needs more work. Randy wants to say no, because this competition will eat Emma alive. I guess when the producers lowered the age restrictions this season, they were hoping for some of those hard-edged, mercenary 15-year-olds. Folks, these are the kinds of children we need to be molding into top 40 singers.”—Paul F. Tompkins/American Idol Recap
I’m kind of psyched for this, guys. I’ve had that “Manhunt” book on my to-read list for a while now (about the search for Lincoln’s assassin). I adore McAvoy, and the rest of the cast is pretty appealing to me as well- Wilkinson, Wright, Bledel, Jon Groff!
I’ve been trying to clean out my iTunes for the past couple of months, and I’ve been coming up with ridiculous reasons for keeping certain songs. For instance- Blur’s “13”. I used to have the whole album on my computer, and at this point, I’ve narrowed it down to just a couple of songs. The thing is, I don’t even listen to those songs! I think I’m keeping them because they remind me of being 13 (and holy shit, I just made that connection now! “13” at 13!) and crying myself to sleep over this asshole boy. I’m keeping the songs because they remind me of a crummy time in my life… I suppose it’s not all that odd, but I wish I could part with these songs once and for all. Besides, I have new songs that accompany my crying over stupid boys!! I did manage to delete one of the Blurs, though, as it was just unpleasant to listen to- progress!
The greatest trick the series ever pulled was making its young readers believe that junior high was something to look forward to — that it would be a time of achieving independence and being treated like an adult. In other fictional tween worlds such as Sweet Valley (also being rereleased later this year), girls were always acting like 35-year-olds, stealing each other’s boyfriends, plotting each other’s humiliation. In Stoneybrook, seven girls of disparate backgrounds and varying levels of coolness all had one another’s backs.
“Even when we were getting fan letters, we didn’t understand how big it was,” says Meghan Lahey, a former child actress who played Mary Anne in the HBO series and works as a college counselor (so Mary Anne of her!). “We were one of the first girl-focused shows out there.”
Levithan says: “They were the ‘Sisters of the Traveling Pants’ before those pants ever traveled.”
Reading BSC books as an 8 or 9 year-old, 13 seemed so OLD. Even 11… middle school! And then when I got to be 13, I still felt pretty young. None of my friends were as sophisticated and as responsible as the BSC seemed.
Let me just note that I never thought I could make friends online, but I DID. I am not the most outgoing person, but knowing people online before meeting them in person actually helped a lot, because I already knew that there was stuff that we could talk about, and then that first batch of things-in-common lead to other things-in-common, and basically- hearts in my eyes.
when people say that you can’t make friends on the internet i am just going to laugh in their faces because you can, you can make best friends for life that can help you though anything man. this is really sappy but nicole just called me to make sure i was ok and that is a true friend y’all.
i love you so much okay and i wish i had a car because i would leave right now just so i could hug you :(
“I think he took a step sideways,” Toomer said. “I think in some ways he got better and in some ways he got worse. Twenty-five interceptions. I don’t care how many tipped interceptions, it is not good.
“But he did do it with a lot of people that he didn’t really feel that comfortable with. Knowing Eli, I didn’t think he was really comfortable with anybody, and I think that really hurt.”—BULL SHIT. Boss, Smith, Nicks, Manningham? NOT NEW. Our buddy Elisha was having issues before all of the injuries started. Amani Toomer sounds off on Eli Manning - giantsffr - ESPN (via sportsnetny)
1. It was lovely to have company to watch the show with!
2. This, from Paul F. Tompkins’s NYMagazine recap: And after trying various combinations of unpleasant and faux-pleasant people as judges, the dust has settled, and we have a new tribunal in place. Original pitchy-priss and Black Drew Carey, Randy Jackson, has been joined by two “super” “stars:” former actress/eventual Zsa Zsa Gabor successor Jennifer Lopez, and a creature some say is a living candle, but whom I believe to be the Ghost of Steven Tyler.
Eeeee! I never followed the link he tweeted the other day. I figured it was some random band that he liked, but eeee! I love Patrick’s voice, but I also like him holding court on just *stuff*- like art, fashion, forgotten music, etc. Here’s hoping he keeps this thing updated.