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The Exact Wrong Thing to Discover Today

I’m elbow-deep in this week’s book, Emma Cline’s The Girls, and the Manson vibes in the novel + the creepy Lolita energy I’m getting off this means I’ve checked the locks on my house four times today and it’s broad daylight.

Lazy Sunday: 20 July 2014

I don’t have internet in my house and so I’m working at this lovely bakery for the day. Unfortunately, the couple next to me is talking about how date rape “isn’t a real thing” and that the current situation in Gaza could be neutralized with by flying in some bacon. Imagine I typed this very, very loudly.

 

Katie Kate: Sadie Hawkins

I can’t do anything today but listen to this over and over again.

Chandelier

So, on the one hand, oh, my god, can you even imagine being as strong as this tiny child? Or as good at moving your body and face around? Or as good at singing songs? On the other hand, does anyone else feel like the flesh-colored leotard really, really toes the creep line? Share your thoughts below.

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Future Islands: Inch of Dust

Not sure why I’m digging this so much– is it the New Orderyness? is it the oddly hypnotic footage of clouds?– but I do.

Lazy Sunday: 17 November 2013

It’s been an up-and-down couple weeks, huh? Glad Mercury is no longer in retrograde or whatever. Enjoy! Let’s hang out here tomorrow, okay?

  • First things first: I talked to my friend Larry, who is an aid worker in the Philippines, about what might be the best tack to take to help the typhoon victims. He said these guys are the real deal, and are doing permanent, important good. If everyone who read my blog gave PHP500 (about the cost of a fancy cocktail at a nice bar), we’d be able to give meaningful help to people who really need it.
  • Another charitable thing to consider as the season of plenty is upon us: What’s it like to feed your family from a food bank?
  • There is no scenario in which I want to hear anyone say “make love” so this Woody Allen supercut is the worst thing ever. I made it through about 30 seconds before I had to make it stop.
  • I was pretty irritated about the new BuzzFeed Books policy of “only nice reviews” and I guess the New Yorker was, too.
  • Charleston City Paper is pushing back against the homogenized “aw-shucks pansouthernism” that is creeping in.
  • Do you know this about me? I’m casually obsessed with televangelism and performative religious cultures (SURPRISE.).
  • This is just a weird Wikipedia page.
  • Usually, I don’t go in for fondant icing, but I could make an exception for this beaut.
  • Edgar Allan Poe was a true freak, and that’s a fact.
  • As an inveterate, unrepentant, unreconstructed set list stealer, this speaks to my heart.
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Explode Like Two Bugs on Glass

I’m starting to think I should make a playlist called “Songs I Should Only Listen To Alone” and add this one to. I get kinda weird.

Sorry to have been so absent. The day after my laptop called it a day, I got hit by a car. Correct. A car. Like someone hit my body with her car.