Welcome one and all to a special morning video edition. This week we’re celebrating 10 plagues (or “pleggs” as Zoe and Lucy say), the unlikely parting of the red sea and the discovery of matzoh, one of the world’s most perforated foods. Yet despite the proliferation of perforations (sorry, I had to do it), breaking a big square of matzoh in half can be a crumbly endeavor at best, a disappointing mess at worst. Well fret no more — enter the Japanese to save the day! Happy Passover everyone! Let my people go!
Okay, this is a crazy one y’all. I know you probably don’t have time this morning to watch this, but I just stumbled upon the entire movie of The Breakfast Club. The whole thing. All 1:37:07 of it. So later, when you take your lunch break. Or when you kid goes to take a nap. Or when you’re tired of working on that thing you’ve been working on all day. You can watch it here at Upside Up. I was hoping to provide you with some choice quotes to get you revved up, but the thing is, I would really…
Little ceramic milk bottle that tells it like it is, filled with light-colored flowers, flanked by vintage salt + pepper shakers (boxing pineapple and banana head), with tiny stained glass flower charms suctioned to window. Right over my kitchen sink. Makes doing the dishes a whole lot lovelier. There is no sign of spring quite as expressive as a wall or ceiling of wisteria. Shocking purple, with heavy looking bunches that sprinkle light feathery petals like soap flakes, and a candy smell that stops you dead in your tracks. When I lived in Durham, my friend Jennifer and I had…
Gah. Life! For anyone still here, kickin around these empty halls, hello! I’ve missed you, even though I’ve been too tangled in the weeds outside my comfort zone to let you know. But I’m here now. And I’ve got some stories for you. Some of which I’ll tell you right now. Once upon a time, I worked in an office. I worked in two offices, actually. One at a time. A long time ago. That was when we lived in New York and I worked for other, lovely, people, surrounded by other lovely people, and I had a lot of…
When I was growing up we had lots of Aunts & Uncles who weren’t actually Aunts & Uncles but who played Aunts & Uncles in my life. My parents’ closest friends were granted familial status and our relationships with them were as close as the names Aunt & Uncle would imply. Even the long-distance ones. Most of my pseudo Aunts & Uncles had kids whom we called, true to form, cousins, and although we cousins don’t see each other all that terribly often, we still love each other and behave as if we were actually cousins. It can get a…
For the entirety of 2007 so far, I’ve been obsessed with this song, by Sufjan Stevens. The writing is astonishingly good. And the banjo is so poignant. And the song conveys innocence and loss so sincerely, and with a lighter touch than just about any I’ve ever heard. And this line: “In the morning, when you finally go, and the nurse runs in with her head hung low, and the cardinal hits the window.” This line shocked me to tears the first time I made out the words. Here he is live, singing it for you. Have a lovely weekend.
Once upon a time a guy asked a girl, “Will you marry me?” The girl said “No” and she lived happily ever after and went shopping, drank martinis with friends, always had a clean house, never had to cook, had a closet full of shoes and handbags, stayed skinny, and was never farted on. The End + + + Fairy tale sent to me by my sister-in-law Sheila. Photo by Yarik Mission from stock.xchng.
So can I still keep my kindblog banner over there? You Are 32% Evil A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil. How Evil Are You?
Figuring out one of the reasons that February was such a sucky month. I present as evidence, our cell phone usage for the past few months: Month Total Min. Feb 07 666 Jan 07 602 Dec 06 573 Nov 06 651 I do not make this up. This is more heavy-handed than fiction could ever be. Welcome March!
The Sopranos returns in April for its final run of 8 episodes all leading up to the series finale. Even though the show ultimately veered away from its original premise of “Baby-boomer-dad-with-typical-everyman-insecurities-meets-mafia-boss,” and toward the more typical “See-what-the-mafia-is-really-all-about” style, I’ve always loved it. Crisp writing, engaging characters, gripping stories, and plenty of cussing, my favorite vice. Here’s a send-up of the preview for the final half of the season. A glimpse inside the mind of Tony Soprano, replete with the cultural icons of your average Baby-Boomer’s life (or, for that matter, any Gen-Xer’s). (And here’s a link to the real…