Since I’m tied up with a bunch of non-artwork work at the moment, I’m gonna post my favorite stuff on the internet for the next little while…
In the real world, teen girls are a thousand times more intelligent than their parents, operate high level machinery and text at a PhD level. In Coppola’s world, they retain the innocence of Anna Paquin in The Piano.
Whydoihaveablog – this girl is so fucking special.
Stranger: And I just don’t like people, so —
Me: Oh, WORD.
And that’s how I befriended someone at a party.
Self Served - Jane Feltes, whose name you know from This American Life (she’s a producer) has a great little blog on Readymade about actually bothering to cook for yourself, which reminds me, my quinoa’s gonna be super gross when it’s done, since I dumped a bunch of Frank’s Hot Sauce in it and nothing else.
These are men in a state of perpetual reverie for simple pleasures. The way they see it, being horny, wanting to eat well, and liking music is brake-screechingly original, even poetic. But “cool” middle-aged men, no matter how dirty, are just like every other old guy clogging up Match.com with photos of himself on vacation in Greece. They want you to think their worldview is revolutionary because they had the privilege of growing up during the emergence of the American counterculture. The anti-war movement, Dylan going electric, civil rights, LSD, and everything else that predated feminism are all reduced to schtick. It is all that’s left for them from the sixties.