I really expected to like Dorothy Parker’s “Complete Stories” so much more.
Oh why can’t we get along and
Take all the funky tones
And make up a funky song
That be bangin on and on…
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Today’s fight song.
Mama’s Gun is the best.
Up, up in the clouds.
Up, up into space.
Hoping that it goes right…
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Whitney Houston’s isolated vocal track on “How Will I Know.”
Perfect description of my friendships
“The three of us had formed a group based on something erroneous, some basic misunderstanding that hadn’t yet come to light, and so we kept on in one another’s company, going to bars and having conversations. Generally, one of these false coalitions died after a day or a day and a half.”
Denis Johnson, “Two Men” from Jesus’ Son: Stories
True story. Oh, this has already happened.
I’m over it.
Except I’m totally not, obviously.
One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the President’s secret service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner.
Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, why was he so interested in talking to you. She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her.
President Obama then said, “so if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant”, to which Michelle responded, “no, if I had married him, he would now be the President.”
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Such a lovely vignette and internet rumor.
Metric throwback.
The older I get, the more I realize how many of Metric’s/Emily’s lyrics read as self-congratulatory and self-indulgent and naïve and entitled.
Still, I love this band.
