Truly no reason to post these other than its just pretty. This is for me and my fancy boys. This is for Jen. From Oscars slide show NYT.

Fancy way of tying a scarf. (Sartorialist) And quick way to fold a t-shirt.

Stayed up till 1am last night watching Coco Before Chanel . Even though flecks of aging are starting to show on Audrey Tatou she was fantastique. I’ve been listening to Alexandre Desplat’s soundtrack for this movie over and over. This happened to me with Amelie….and its happening again here. What I found disturbing throughout was… Continue reading →

Prom night consisted of two key elements. Bel Biv Devoe and this movie. Yeah that’s right. Instead of going to prom I went to the early concert showing of Bel Biv Devoe (they did two in one night), then went to see Soapdish ALONE because it was too early to go home. Then went to… Continue reading →

Cool gear ring.

I think I found my favorite Olympic athlete and his name is Johnny Weir. According to the AP: He brought three 70-pound suitcases stuffed with everything from candles to his teddy bear. Weir has all the details covered, down to ensuring that his clothes will smell of a familiar scent if he does laundry. He’s… Continue reading →

Turn the sound low because like typical David Lynch movies it has moments of super silence but then jarring scrapes of metal, glass and flesh. So awesome.

Poet Laureat Kay Ryan, who has taught remedial English at community colleges for more than 30 years, said this: “I simply want to celebrate the fact that right near your home, year in and year out, a community college is quietly—and with very little financial encouragement—saving lives and minds,” said Ryan. “I can’t think of… Continue reading →

In high school drama class you hear a lot of monologues. 16-year-olds desperately trying to exude the soul of an introspective yet beautiful poet is a typical thing to see. Yes, its quite dramatic. This IS drama class. I remember watching a classmate of mine who clearly was reaching in his dramatic range as he… Continue reading →

This episode of 30 Rock reminds me that when I was 8 I had a Raggedy Andy doll that my mother made for me. He was just Andy to me. Sometimes Andrew when I was feeling formal. And I would spend hours kissing him. Like a lot. So much so that his mouth faded away…. Continue reading →