Saturday
It was Steven Wright who said...
I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.
Friday
Thursday
Tuesday
Monday
It was Franz Kafka who said...
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
Vinyl records
Here are the new additions to my record collection I have gained upon a birthday shopping trip:
Sunset Rubdown's Dragonslayer (I desired this for so long, and it's pretty)
Grass Widow's Grass Widow (Post-punk girls I have grown to adore)
Beat Happening's You Turn Me On (A bargain at six dollars)
Rock 'n' Roll High School Soundtrack (Gabba gabba hey. Only wheat germ and riboflavin for you, Joey)
Sunday
Saturday
Evening films
More Woody Allen, Antoine Doinel and Monsieur Hulot.
I love these French films that follow the story cycles of singular characters, similar in that way to television programs. These films are not like the sequels of today but rather loving stories based on interest in how these eccentric characters manage as life progresses. Due in part to the vast amount of film available chronicling his tribulations while pursuing love in his confused, boyish way, Antoine Doinel has become a favorite character of mine.
Friday
Thursday
Forty-fives
I bought these seven inches on a whim, not knowing the bands, because they were criminally cheap (two and three dollars respectively) and their accompanying descriptions highlight words that strike my fancy for obscure twee and post-punk. Expect more boastings of vinyl goodness as the week progresses and I go on a celebratory birthday vinyl-buying expedition:
The Tentacles: "K Records secret mystery band ... sublime one-off supergroup"
Girl of the World: "Classic early '90s Aussie-twee ... sounds a lot like the Pastels"
Wednesday
Tuesday
Monday
Henna
I bought henna tattoos at the bookstore, of all places. I have mirror images above the bends of both my translucent arms.
Sunday
Friday
Thursday
Evening films
Peter Sellers (Lolita) and Ben Whishaw (Bright Star) are brilliant, in very different ways.
Books
I bought these today, mostly out of sheer attraction to the covers. Now what to do: stick with my old, dear friend Fyodor or explore these more modern voices?
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