Miss Piggy singing ‘Fuck the Pain Away” by Peaches.
People, this is why YouTube was invented.
Far East Cafe
I had lunch at the new East Nashville Vietnamese place today, cleverly named Far East (ha ha). It was quite tasty—the fresh rolls were amazing, my Saigon Chicken was tasty and wholesome, and Todd’s Pork & Noodle bowl was also quite delicious (and huge).
I’m stoked they moved to the neighborhood, and glad it’s close enough to drop in for lunch while I’m at work, too.
Dear Amazon Marketplace Sellers:
I really, really want to buy from you, but when you don’t list an edition or publication date, I can’t get my textbook from you because I need a specific edition.
Please rectify this.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Stephanie
An excellent article in which Teresa Nielsen Hayden revisits Neil Gaiman’s Sandman and exactly what it means and what its place is.
I would like this, please.
Even though it would be better in black.
But I can deal with Navy. Honest.
via Anthropologie
Thanks for Nothing!!
I started reading the bible a few months ago from the beginning. I was two thirds in, when some homeless guy on the subway yelled:
“Jesus died for your sins!”
WTF man! spoiler alert!!
I yelled back “Snape killed Dumbledore” …but he just looked confused…and dirty.
Awwweeesssommmeee.
Julie Delpy playing “Waltz for a Night” in Before Sunrise. Another huge favorite. Love love love every single thing about this film, and in particular this moment.
I love this movie, and I want this lamp.
I would do anything Tim Burton wanted me to. You know - have sex with an aardvark… I would do it.
What I've been considering today:
My summer has not quite been exactly what I was hoping.
But then at the same time, it has definitely had its pretty-wonderful moments.
I had all these plans. Things I would accomplish during my Summer Vacation, in the scant 3 months between semesters of grad school.
I have not signed up for yoga classes.
I have not even begun the photography project that has been brewing in the creative part of my brain that I have basically ignored for two years.
I have not emailed Charlie and told him the Chase story.
I have not learned to bake bread. (I kill yeasts. And have no patience.)
I have not learned to can things.
I did not put out a vegetable garden.
I still haven’t had the house to myself to make Zeb the dinner lit entirely by candlelight that I’ve been meaning to make him.
I haven’t made it to Boston, even though I’ve been trying since April.
I haven’t made the roadtrip to Austin that I’ve been planning.
But, at the same time, good things have definitely transpired.
Two of my very dear friends got married, and I got to help them out by doing the lighting for them.
Zeb and I went out of town for hiking and cooking and eating and explosives on the 4th of July with the same two friends.
I’ve been better about cooking at home and eating out less.
I reorganized my iTunes library.
My herb garden is kicking some ass, and I’ve gifted many friends with fresh herbs as a result.
Took a trip with mom to Chattanooga.
Zeb & I visited his parents.
We had our annual canoe trip for Ben’s birthday, and while all told it was an utter fiasco, there were still moments of delight.
I’ve painted all but the hallway in my house, thus eradicating the beige I loathed so much.
I’ve read a lot of books, and most of them were delightfully non-academic.
And I’ve spent a lot of unexpected, spontaneous time with friends. Which is nothing but goodness.
I was really considering that the other night. Oftentimes I feel so freaking busy, even right now when I’m not also juggling a full class load. But that busy-ness is dinner with friends, rousing games of Scene It, cooking for people I love. And that is never something to feel put upon about. I love my friends, and I love my boyfriend, and maybe I love that a summer can still be a beautiful thing even if it doesn’t exactly go as planned.
List of things to do with my visiting friend this weekend during her first trip to Nashville:
Bookman/ Bookwoman
Fido
Patterson House
Parthenon
Bobbie’s Dairy Dip
McKays (she too loves books, you see)
Frist Center for the Arts
Drive her through downtown, play spot-the-cowboy-hats
see 500 Days of Summer
cook
drink
I had a weird dream about being in Paris and grappling with baguettes.
Metaphor?
from Wildwood, New Jersey
I must track down and see this movie. Damn you, netflix oversight!
