Gone Running
Spanish, correr, v.: to run
Spanish: correrse, ref. v.: to
1. run (like makeup); 2. to orgasm
Where is the farmers’ market? or, That in which I am not lonely on a patio
Sure I can sit down. My distracted, besandaled tablemate will not stop smoking and coughing, deeply. I flinch, each time, partly out of a reflexive disgust and partly because I hope he’ll notice and excuse himself and I’ll smile big and say “No worries” even though I don’t usually say that or smoke and then I’ll be the cool one- the one he’ll write about or want. Andre keeps making phone calls that go unanswered, soliciting crew members for a new Baroness music video that he’s producing, it’s going to be kick ass, he’s so psyched, get back to him. Of course I’ve heard of them, they came through DC a while back, yeah, at a house show, it might have been Baltimore, I don’t remember, maybe it was The Duchess and the Duke, that must’ve been it, I don’t remember.
A less than triumphant return
But a return nonetheless. Let us see if this piece of silliness nudges open the floodgates more healthfully than last winter’s deluge.
Oh, seductive sloth
Too far up the tree to reach.
I, too, am slothy.
Indelible
A full chest swan tattoo, via Sang Bleu
A documented favorite, the New York Times’ T Magazine blog The Moment, recently featured Maxime Büchi, the founder of tattoo magazine Sang Bleu. He and his multifarious editorial team, comprised of prominent art and design tastemakers, are shifting the paradigm from a banal and base genre to one that values fully articulated thought as much as it does expressive body art. Click on for a brief interview with Büchi as well as more startling and captivating images from the magazine.
I may not have any tattoos myself, but I do admire those who can commit to a concept.
Middle School with Tina and Adrian
Tom Tom Club, "Wordy Rappinghood" (1981)
I recently listened to “Wordy Rappinghood” closely for the first time in ages, and it occurred to me that at least one entire school year’s worth of comprehensive educational material for the 10 – 12-year-old set could be extracted from the lyrics. A few examples, in order of reference:
- Wordsworth and the major Romantic poets
- Nutrition
- The death penalty (auxiliary skill: debate)
- French language
- Global religious studies (with required reading)
- Economics
- Censorship
- Philosophy
- Environmental studies
General lessons to be gleaned from the song:
- Music appreciation
- Gender studies due to Tina Weymouth’s panoramic awesomeness
- Vocabulary (see: nuance, strife)
(Full Disclosure: In my mind instead of “Wordy Rappinghood” I always say “Woody Rappinghood,” which sounds like the alias of the world’s WASP-iest vigilante.)
Phrase of the day
Sci-Fi-Lo-Fi by Rob Da Bank
Lo-fi porn
as in
Low fidelity pornography.
That sounds like an oxymoron, but I don’t know why. While I figure it out, I’ll be listening to some lo-fi surf rock:
Mom, I know what I want to be when I grow up.
And that is the Official Pronouncer of the Scripps National Spelling Bee. Click on to read an interview with the man who has held this coveted position (coveted to me, at least) since 2003. He has a lot of charming insights into the 83 year-old competition, most geeks’ only chance of getting on ESPN.
Late to the party.
Semicolons by Doug Savage, via Savage Chickens
I came across this post on Utne.com via Jezebel, expressing fervent support for the semicolon; evidently, it’s has fallen out of favor in recent years. Clearly, my finger is not on the pulse of fashionable punctuation, as I had no clue that the em dash had taken its place as the de rigueur punctuation mark.
Good; grief.
Cover Art
Emerson's Nature via The Book Cover Archive
I’ve already sung the praises of The Book Cover Archive, and now I have another brilliant excuse to post lovely book covers. I’m newly obsessed with aquiring all of Penguin’s “Great Ideas” titles. The Moment, T Magazine’s design blog, tipped me off to the new series, guaranteed to stimulate mentally and aesthetically. A stack of green, green spines will complement my stack of blue, blue Steinbeck swimmingly.
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