DID YOU KNOW: This Recording delivered the 100 greatest painters in Western history, right to our eyeballs, on this very day. No really, they did. It is just like Buzzfeed’s definitive ranking of NYC subway trains, only instead of being 100% wrong, it is 100% right.*
Feast your eyes! Feast, feast! Right here.
• 29 January 2014
This is Kurt Cobain’s aunt in 1998. In case you were wondering.
• 28 January 2014
My cousin Matthew has some monster musical skills, guys. You can spin this track at your friend of a friend of a friend of a friend’s birthday.
• 22 January 2014
friends and lovers
A bar just opened up across the street from me. I am not sure how long it will take for me to visit this bar wearing pajamas, but I suspect it’ll be less than a week.
This bar is like very many other bars in my neighborhood, which is to say that it offers cheap beer in cans and expensive cocktails in glasses. There is a house Dark & Stormy and most of the lighting is candle-based. It is pretty much just like the other neighborhood bars, except this one is across the street from me, and so it can be mine.
The bar is called Friends and Lovers. I expect many uncomfortable conversations to happen based on the name alone, e.g. girl asks guy “Sooo….which one are we?”
I lied, actually. The bar is not technically across the street. It is one block down and across the street. Its across-the-street counterpart is a warehouse where you can purchase live poultry and even goats, if they have those in stock.
• 21 January 2014
James Blake. Out-retrograding “Retrograde.” Get itttt.
• 18 January 2014
I am still not sick of this movie. Look at Jungle Julia wearing the Beatrix Kiddo outfit. Too much.
• 14 January 2014
outside vs. inside
"It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it…but it’s a party…and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining…and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes…but—but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual…but because…that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them." - Frances Ha
"Nobody sees what we see/They’re just hopelessly gazing" - Beyoncé, "XO"
• 13 January 2014
This is from 1978. In some ways, Brooklyn hasn’t changed at all.
via “The Great Brooklyn House Snooping of 1978”
• 9 January 2014
Oh, the new year. Three years ago I recapped 2010 and I only realize now how ridiculous I sounded. The best thing about “best of” lists is noticing what gets ignored. Rolling Stone left both Jay Z and JT off their best albums list, which is kind of like not making honor roll in middle school, because it doesn’t matter all that much.
At the beginning of the year it was cold, and I lived in Bushwick and rode the J train over the bridge and listened to Taylor Swift’s album over and over. Now it’s cold again, and I live in Crown Heights and listen to Beyonce (obviously) and the train doesn’t go aboveground anymore but I don’t mind. I put on dollar store lipstick and say I woke up like thihhhh.
One lesson I learned is that buying someone a donut will not make them like you more. That doesn’t mean donuts shouldn’t be dispensed to people in the future, but I will be saving my 99 cents for now. Well, let’s be realistic: I will be eating the donuts myself.
Ever since I finished college, I lost the structures that have been lifelong scaffolding for my year. There is no such thing as spring break anymore, there is no summer vacation. But at least I get to invent my own markings of the passage of time. Spring was the first long hungover run down the East River. Summer was the first time I ventured out without wearing a brassiere. You get the idea. You’ll act out things the way you want to, not the way the calendar chose it. If you’re nostalgic, these things will become traditions, and if you’re not, they’ll just become things that happened once. And if you are lucky enough to choose your nostalgias…well that’s basically a superpower. (like a shark! like a bear!)
I started 2013 in Thailand. I was visiting my sister with my family. The hotel put on an elaborate New Year’s celebration that made me secretly melancholy. We bought beers from 7-11 and drank them on the beach. Resorts competed with each other to have the best fireworks. Didn’t someone once say the way you spend New Year’s is the way you spend the rest of the year? What asshole was the first guy to say that? Yogi Berra? I started 2013 in Thailand and I ended it in Williamsburg. At the end of 2010 I drank two bottles of champagne, and at the end of 2013 I drank one bottle of champagne. What this means, only astrologyzone.com can decipher.
What else. I published some things I’m proud of. I often ignored the impulse to go home, which often left me exhausted, but usually happy that I got to do something that wouldn’t be possible had I been, you know, snoozing in bed. A friend at a beer hall told me that New York seems to soothe me and I realize that’s very true. Last week I took a cab home and I was so happy to be in the city that I expressed positive feelings for an American Hustle billboard on 7th Avenue. What are you grateful for this year, Molly? Oh, the billboards. They are so soothing, and the people on them are so gigantic.
You know what? Summer Roberts told Marissa Cooper that the way you spend your New Year’s Eve is the way you spend the rest of the year. Well, look how that worked out for them. I hope your 2013 treated you well and I am sure a Buzzfeed writer is already concocting a post celebrating the tenth anniversary of The Notebook. If you’re a bird, I’m a bird. We have this to look forward to, and much more.
• 2 January 2014