pleated shorts.

Take a few minutes to read this article on 'New-Vics' in the New York Oberver. It's a week old, but I just got wise to it now. Sadly.

Okay, so it's a little pretentious to dub a new trend with a catchy little moniker. But Lizzy Ratner made really great, interesting points that kept me talking and conversing with a friend all night. I know plenty of new-vics, but I was especially curious as to WHY they became this way, not just that they exist.

If you have any comments, send them my way. I'm curious.

and enjoy the sunny, pretty day.

peach iced tea. you're gonna hate it.

surely, if the NYT would just hire me already, I'd have been deployed (employed) to write this article.

FYI weekend roundup:
The best cure is less democracy. from the New Yorker, books.

I love Ungawa by San Francisco band, CHOWNASTY. KEXP gave me two songs by the band in the last few weeks, which probably indicates that I'm way behind in my decision that they should be rockin' everyone's faces off!!! (by the time KEXP gives it out, all indie music heads are already turning their noses down at it, all "MAYBE A FEW WEEKS AGO i liked those guys! paw shawwwwww"). Anyboo I think they're mighty fun, maybe you will too?

And, uh, you wouldn't want to miss this. At least not that opening photo.


ONE LAST QUESTION ... does anyone understand this?

swiffer and me and a bottle of pledge make 3

If this is true I will be very sad. I don't care if my friend Clair wrote a long essay criticizing Jane for being anti-femministe. Jane gave my apartment 69 great things about being in your 20's, plus 7 that really suck. RIP :(, my excuses for being a whore.

Last night I got too lazy to see Ben Greenman, so I saw Jerry Stahl in Union Square instead. I liked him mostly because he gave the interviewer, Katherine Lanpher, a hard time. I didn't like her much, she's the kind of woman whose jokes you'd laugh at out of pity. Big smile, well done make up. Short, no fuss, hair. With highlights. She'd make horrible jokes and he'd just look at her like she was a stupid idiot. I laughed out loud numerous times, just at the guy's facial expressions. Ran into him about an hour afterward and thanked him for making me laugh. Didn't buy any of his books, though. Young & poor.

Teddy Thompson played alongside him. He's got the voice of an angel. He's this charming brit, who wore flip flops with a nice suit and had an orange tie. He was cute and his voice could have lulled me all night. If you like old country, you should buy his new CD. I bet you'll love it.

kickin' ass and takin' names.

Two things.

First, check out this thang in the Voice about the re-release of Manhattan. I don't even really know why I read the Voice anymore. Usually it's at the bottom of my list of blogs/sites to read, cause I think it's boring and un-funny. But I liked reading this. For the record, I'm on the side that loves the stylized Manhattan. Actually hanging out here makes me realize it's stylized, but it's fun to dream that once, long ago, it was teeming with Woody Allens, sarcasm, ladies like Diane Keaton (or Mary, or Annie Hall). You know?

And Second, I tried to say in my last post that I don't much care for people who mock the people's republic of Harry Potter. Probably, those people are just lazy. Or out of touch with their inner child.

One thing I will admit to: the possibility that many people view the stuff as kiddie porn. ferreeeaaallzzz. Scroll down on that page to see Harry Potter in leather. With nothing under it. Suspicious, Details. Very suspicious.

bonus opinion: the word ginormous is stupid. And I hope this new change doesn't encourage its use.

Is there an ECO in here?

The new Harry Potter was FREAKING AWESOME. Shove off if you're going to try to convince me otherwise. There's a reason those books and movies are huge. It's because they're the best thing that happened to kids lit since Shel Silverstein. That's a fact.

I love those movies. I really do. The sets, the effects, the imagination! They're just about everything one can ask for in a movie. A big screen summer movie. Really!! When big V battles Dumbley-door at the end ... and the fire snake attacks! I was giggling like a kid. The villain in this one, UMBRIDGE, was extra hate-able. Especially since she looked like Laura Bush. WEIRD! Liberals! GAH!


Another thang. Seeing movies by yourself is fun. There were a lot of loners there, too. Including hot doctor guy in scrubs. He was probably just a resident of sorts, but it was charming to see a handful of twenty-somes, like myself, take the time out to see HP. I enjoyed the experience. And 11 year olds smell. The one sitting next to me had a nice enough disposition but smelled like stale.

iced coffee and hot sweat

So, what if every time you dropped the ball on the job, you were executed?! OKAY, so maybe he didn't just drop the ball. But still. Our government officials are quite lucky not to be in China, eh? Am I right? Yeah? NO? nothing? okay.

Also in the TIMES ... New Jersey is stealing your money.* tee hee.

But in lighter thoughts, I pose a predicament.
KMF: Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerberg, Bob Iger.

Ben Greenman's reading excerpts from "A Circle is a Balloon and Compass Both" at Barnes and Noble in Park Slope on July 12. It's about time I went down thattaway, but I feel very confused by all the neighborhoods in Brooklyn. Who knows.

lastly ... I lost my metrocard last night, I talk loudly on subways and really don't mean to, and the strap on my favorite dress broke on the way home today. I was on the A train, for reasons that are stupid and inconsequential, and there were two super-cute-button-down-business-casual (love affair with complex modified adjectives) guys right in front of me as I walked on. I couldn't even try to be flirty. One boob was basically exposed, the other covered in my pink ruffled dress, and as I searched frantically for somewhere to grab on, the men looked right at me. I looked back, thinking maybe I could pull off flashing a smile and they'd say something like "hot enough?" and I'd be like "haha, yeah, i know, right? it's rough out there" and then we'd laugh. Instead, I felt sweat pooling in my clavicle. and it wasn't sexy at all. ashamed, and defeated, I stepped between a Chinese couple and mopped it up with my hair.
the life i live.

*I read that article, by the way. I realize it's about the way technology changes our lives, obviously. but it's way funnier when you can blame it on DURTY JERZ.

andy was the DJ and sean was the limo driver

Okay, Steve Jobs, you win. I'm talking about the song "Perfect Timing (This Morning)" by Orba Squara.

Not ONLY do I own the computer, but now I have the iPhone song to play on it. And when I want to waltz down the street to its delightfulness, I can play it on my iPod.

LoLz all tha waze 2 tha bahnk.