Showing my disconnectedness from the outside world
Who the fuck is Lady GaGa?
You know what they say; once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger.
April 2010
75 posts
March 2010
73 posts
Roland's American Life, pt. 26
Here’s the last story I heard from my 89 year-old friend Roland:
“…anyway, that reminds me of when I was in Georgia in this town where there was an Army base and this girls school. The base and the school used to have functions together, you know, get the young women and men together to dance or whatever. The girls school was having a dance so the headmistress called over to the base and asked that they send over 25 men, but the thing of it is, she said to tell the Captain to make sure not to send any Jews, and to be sure. Well, he sent 25 men over. All black men. The headmistress called back and spoke to the Captain’s assistant and said look, there must be some mistake here. And he said to her, all due respect ma’am, but I make mistakes, and you make mistakes, but Captain Rosenberg — well, he doesn’t make mistakes.”
Roland died this morning. I’m going to miss him.
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the atrium is basically empty today b/c of the rain. it is all low light and soft music and amazing. my new office rocks!
You should follow @LCAtrium on twitter to keep up on the food/drink specials at your office.
DUDE I had no idea there was a witchcraft just right there, a mere few blocks away from work. excellent service reblog, I applaud.
vintage myself.
I haven’t worn this sweater in my closet for years.
I remember clearly buying it, from the antique fair with my mom at the fairgrounds. It was I think 1997. I also bought a lacey knee length full skirt that was off white and I never wore and also a quilted skirt that weighed several pounds and I also never wore. At the same location I once bought a flowery blue dress that was well on its way to dry rot. A day dress from the 30s or 40s I think my costume professor told me when I wore it to an opening night. It barely fit me and wanted to tear so badly if you breathed on it wrong.
So this sweater is black. It has no tag but a shape like it is from the 50s. Someone had sown a flowery silk scarf along the front and when I first got it I wore it and wore it and wore it. Then that phase past, another came and went and I love it too much to get rid of it, so there it hangs. and just now I’m getting ready to go and I put it on. I can’t decide if it looks like a semi odd but very cool black sweater because all I see is me, at 23.
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“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via tiffanyhoran)
here's a story I just remembered: I was on a flying home two weeks ago and sat next to two Canadians on their way to LA for a week. They asked for some suggestions and about In-n-out. I was mid-explanation about In-n-out's secret menu when one of the Canadians interrupted me to ask if they served gravy with the fries there? And it took all my composure to calmly say no, no. Instead of: This is America. That's not how we do things. Canadians are adorable sometimes.
they could get their fries “animal style” that’s sort of like gravy! I would like an in’n out right now that sounds greeeeeat.
Write an acrostic for turtalia!!
tulips
under shining
rays are
telling us
all that
lovely weather
is
a coming!
What's your favorite song? Is it about a turtle?
There are songs about turtles?? where are these songs about turtles?
What about going to the woods, to live deliberately or some shit?
does the woods have chocolate and bourbon?
It’s Saturday night, I’m stuck at work where we’re screening a movie I can’t see and there is nearly nothing going on online that I have not already read. So ask me something! tell me a story. something. aaaaaaanything.
