The Godfather is the I Ching.
001. I was going to talk about my garden today, but whatever. I planted some arugula. It will grow or it won’t. I suspect this is the lesson of gardening.
002. I can’t believe they got rid of that kid on American Idol with the mullet who barfed from nerves and made up his own language, but they KEPT Tim Urban. America: sometimes I just do not understand you. I am, however, quite fond of that Casey James. Shocker.
003. I have been completely overwhelmed by all the love in my life the last couple of days. Love in bunches, like fistfuls of coins. I am so humbled. Honestly. I want to remember this feeling.
004. Things I would like to bring back: Adidas shelltops, the ready-to-heat pizza from Turco’s Supermarket in Hartsdale, overalls, the Macarena.
005. I have been listening to Jesse McCartney Pandora, and I’m sorry but I’m pretty sure Ryan Cabrera is the long-lost Moffatt. Except his last name is Cabrera. Not Moffatt. Anyway, and this is the truth, I will send a prize to anyone who can name all four actual Moffatts. Well. Anyone except Sierra.
006. Foods advertised on TV last night that sound seriously, and equally, disgusting: Taco Bell Tortada. Olive Garden Fonduta.
007. I am still obsessed with long dresses. There’s one at Old Navy that’s cheap. I think it only comes in blue.
008. The problem I’m having with this short story is that the writing is ugly, so I’m reading BK’s Homeland, which is so beautiful even in its first sentences (wildcat families, forest people) that I wanted to find her immediately and give her a giant hug.
009. Tonight: Carbon Leaf with Leslie! Let your troubles roll by.
010. Coffee’s perked. Happy Wednesday.
April 14, 2010 @ 11:35 pm
I recently went on the hunt to find a concert that I could go to on the West Coast with my friend Traci. I searched Carbon Leaf, Matt Nathanson, and a myriad of other no-name East Coast lovin’ bands that only I and you and occasionally Sierra listen to. All I got is Brett Dennen (kind of close in August) and Hanson, which will do. But I can’t help remember the feeling of a good no-name band concert in April, and miss you so much it makes my teeth hurt.
April 16, 2010 @ 4:08 am
your article on marriage and the current lack there of was just awesome. i loved seeing your name in print. and i thought i would mention…tim and i were together from 19 until i was 28 and then we got married. it was lovely and traditional and not traditional and we did it when we were ready and felt like grown ups and that was the best decision ever.
so, i will be seeing you in new york in august, right?