hey there little guy
hey there little guy
Ever since I got my shower radio, life has truly been an adventure. For example, today I decided to listen to WQXR, a classical station, and washed my hair while the radio delivered me my “morning Bach.” (Bach of course pronounced with requisite German hhhhcccxxx.)
I turned off the water just as the DJ told me that I should wait to put on my socks for the next 10-15 minutes, as it was the opera singer Richard Turner’s centennial, and if I chose to continue listening, my socks would be knocked off.
all I could think of
File this under “I wish I was a fly on the wall at this network pitch meeting”
Hello I am a professional young lady and also my bicep is still sore from arm-wrestling the bouncer on Saturday night
To a New Englander, California’s proportions are ridiculous. The trees are taller than normal trees. The mountains are taller than normal mountains and they encroach upon the non-mountainous parts in an extreme way. The sky is larger.
I recently visited Los Angeles for the first time; I rode shotgun in several rental cars and listened to unfamiliar music; I walked down the Venice boardwalk and Snapchatted the Snapchat headquarters to like 20 people. In less lucid moods, driving down the freeway, I looked up at the palm trees towering over me and imagined a Paul Bunyanesque giant, wielding an axe and merrily beheading each tree the way you’d pop the head off dandelions as a kid.
People listened to roughly 85% of what I said, which I understand is less of a character flaw and more of a defense mechanism in large cities. I wore a jacket with a German flag on it to a bar. Someone asked me, ”Sprechen Sie Deutsch?”I thought he might be German and racked my brain for a minute and then said ”Ein bisschen.” He replied, “Good, wouldn’t have understood a word of it.”“
It makes sense to sleep in a king size bed on a business trip. A king size bed teaches you to be ambitious even while slumbering—you have to strive extra-hard to take up more space in the world.
if you like wolf parade, try wolf eyes
if you like jay-z, try alt-j
if you like grizzly bear, try panda bear
— Jezebel’s piece on “pop star in training” Bonnie McKee led me to this AMAZING 2002 NY Times Magazine story about pop star manqué Amanda Latona. Latona was going to be the next Britney. I giggle silently when I think about the fact that this was what the music industry looked like when I was a preteen.