Ladies and ladies:
If you read Michael Chabon on public transportation and in parks, you will get hit on. This, apparently, is an author that men of a certain and appropriate age want to talk about, an author who makes these men say things like, ‘Wow, good looking and good taste’ (srsly, I was given that line on the L this Saturday)—things that make you blush while vomiting in your mouth a little. Really, I have been hit on three times in as many days solely because of the book. So girls, go forth and clean up.
Yours,
L
7:11 pm • 31 May 2010 • 24 notes
Where Do You Go To My Lovely | Peter Sarstedt
But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head
Thank you iTunes for putting this song in a Genius playlist this morning and reminding me of how hard I fell in love with it and how I played it on repeat for days after I saw Hotel Chevalier (remember that?).
11:23 am • 26 May 2010 • 9 notes
No One Does It Like You | Department of Eagles
11:02 am • 22 May 2010 • 2 notes
My Mom = The Best
| Mom: |
It's Miller time.
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| Lindsay: |
What did you just say?
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| Mom: |
I said, 'It's Miller time.'
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| Lindsay: |
That's what I though you said. By 'Miller time,' do you mean 'chardonnay time'?
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| Mom: |
Yes. Yes, that's what I mean. |
10:50 am • 22 May 2010 • 3 notes
Overheard on the train:
‘Have you seen that Suri Cruise? She’s, like, four years old, and she still has a bob.’
Um. The lady behind me just said this. As soon as I hear the words Suri and Cruise in succession, my eyes glow and my ears physically perk up. I want to turn around and tell her that I’m midtwenties, and I still have a bob. That I base all of my hair and life choices on Ms. Cruise. I’m refraining. For now.
Related: I’m on a train because I am leaving the city for a month. Meaghan will be watching my apartment and my cat but not my web presence. I’ll be back in Brooklyn and probably back in blog late May. Later, gators!
4:45 pm • 25 April 2010 • 1 note
Snooki of The Jersey Shore in Harper’s Bazaar.
I know this is old news, but the May issue just appeared in my mailbox, and the Jersey Shore thing is basically genius. In the magazine, the copy on this photo is a quote from the Snookster: I know a couple things about manners. I just don’t use them.
Want another Snooki quote from the article that warms my heart? Here you go: I still go to Dunkin’ Donuts … [but] on, my God, it’s hard work. HA. Ya, I bet it is!
My god, is she an angel from heaven or what?
1:46 pm • 23 April 2010 • 5 notes
Zebra | Beach House
This song may be perfect.
10:39 am • 23 April 2010 • 6 notes
tacklinginequalities:
Bebe Zahara Benet - “I’m the Shit”
Lindsay. Seriously, have you seen this?
Chris. Don’t be silly. This is what I see every night, in my dreams. Doesn’t everyone? No, but seriously: CAMEROOOOOOOON!
5:06 pm • 20 April 2010 • 4 notes
“But I believed in starting over. There was finally, I knew, only rupture and hurt and falling short between all persons, but, Shirley, the best revenge was to turn your life into a small gathering of miracles.”
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Lorrie Moore
Sigh. This book has been killing me on public transportation all week long.
10:44 am • 16 April 2010 • 5 notes
When you’re having a lousy morning, it’s ok to buy a Steven Alan dress for breakfast, right? Just look at that plaid! And it has an open back! I plan to wear this, almost exclusively, all summer long.
(Don’t worry, Mom, I had a coupon code)
10:34 am • 16 April 2010 • 9 notes