reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
New York! This week! Very exciting! Leaving in four hours! May not go to bed before then! New York! For a wedding! I'm in charge of the guestbook! Who is driving! Bear is driving! Ack!
If you're in LA, see you when I get back. If you're in New York, maybe I'll see you there! I'd certainly like to, anyway.
Thoughts upon watching the 1994 film SHALLOW GRAVE
What the hell, Ewan McGregor? This is a Danny Boyle movie starring you in the 1990s!
Not ONE shot of your penis? Not one? What the hell?
It's not like I needed to see it. Really. Believe me, I've had my opportunities to see it, and I've taken them. Many many opportunties. I've just come to expect certain things from the world. And a girl gets confused by change.
I mean, in Shallow Grave, you don't even take off your shirt! Did you even WEAR a shirt in Velvet Goldmine?
Seriously. I'm very confused. Good movie, though. Very good. How could it have been better? Well.