quotes (downsized).

the facebook cutdown. here's what i had (and no, no plans to cut it down to incoherent sentences and the addition of my middle name to make me super cool):

"I like my beers cold and my homosexuals flaming"--Homer Simpson

"The most significant, challenging and exciting relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you that you love, well- thats just fabulous"--C lady

"I love my life in New York....but then I come down here and this fits too"--SHA

"LIfe is a comedy to those who think and a tragedy to those who feel"--Holace Walpole

"Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating" -Charlie Kaufman

How I think when starting to write:
"To begin... To begin... How to start? I'm hungry. I should get coffee. Coffee would help me think. Maybe I should write something first, then reward myself with coffee. Coffee and a muffin. So I need to establish the themes. Maybe a banana nut. That's a good muffin."
-Charlie Kaufman (in Adaptation)

"I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen." -John Cusack (in Say Anything...)

"It's not the years, honey. It's the mileage."- Harrison Ford (in Raiders of the Lost Ark)

"I don't see why anybody wants to marry an artist, anyhow. I remember Ray Kennedy used to say he didn't see how any woman could marry a gambler, for she would only be marrying what the game left" -from Willa Cather's "The Song of the Lark"

"Optimism can make you look stupid, but cynicism always makes you look cynical"- Calum Fisher


goodbye, 'valentine.'

nice knowing you, you were cute.

twilight fun.

so the craziness is at an all time high now, with the film opening friday. i was supposed to go to a screening on tuesday night but cancelled to go to the kings of leon show (then ended up giving my ticket to a coworker who wanted to go more) and forgot about the screening. yeah. so this weekend it is!

and this is hilarious:

hang in there, rob.

the awesomeness.


if youre in the ATL, check it out.






lookin' good.



warehouse o cd.

CD Warehouse
6690 Roswell Road, Suite C4

Disc Go Round
2997 Cumberland Circle

new moma work.

"I want to assassinate painting,” Joan MirĂ³ is reported to have said, in 1927. Four years later, the Catalan modern master elaborated, in an interview: “I intend to destroy, destroy everything that exists in painting. I have utter contempt for painting.” (He is quoted, along similar lines, as having put the Cubists on notice: “I will break their guitar.”) Brave words, for a painter.

check new yorker.


woody, always liked your humor.


speaking of the shake off.

i had a dream last night about this boy at work, h. very odd indeed. well not so much odd (the situation is odd as is) as that its just bugging me. i dont take dreams super seriously (i dont have the adequate knowledge to determine what theyre all about, nor do i know for sure if things like this are worth investigating at all) but every few times a year something makes me think about the weirdness of dreams.

ps- listening to ben lee's "float on" makes it better. try it out.

its mania, yes.



trying to shake it off.

they cut 25 jobs at EW yesterday. tons of people i care about are now jobless, like me. like ive been basically since graduation. in a field thats going nowhere. in the last week, one of my friends has gotten engaged, one is pregnant (its a boy!) and one is moving to france in a month. what the f am i doing with my life? no job, no home, def no relationship to speak of. feeling v lost right now, my friends. and i know its mostly the EW thing setting me off but i'm having trouble shrugging it off this time. i feel an urgency unlike ever before to "figure it out." on the same coin, trying (as always) not to make myself nuts.

also: i fear for the life of me returning to NY with no money, no job prospects and back to that horrible flat (the girl currently occupying my room says the place has been a mess since i left. niiiiiiice)

thanks for letting me have some self-indulgent self pity. ha.



love you.



how have i never seen this?

prob shouldnt even look.

mr. president-elect,.

get us out.


every day, a writer gets her wings.

please hold while i high-five my 14 year-old self through the spacetime continuum.



lipstick jungle has been cancelled. and hey, it wasnt half bad. but as long as they dont kill pushing daisies, everyone gets to keep their heads.


SPIN is on top of it today.

third good news i've gotten from the site today, and its not even 12:30.


she did it with you.


and: megan came, saw, bought the state and left full of weighed down cheer. a success to be sure (even if i made her miss her flight, sorry lady). weird day today, but marching on.


thank you.

I'm about to head to Grant Park to talk to everyone gathered there, but I wanted to write to you first.

We just made history.

And I don't want you to forget how we did it.

You made history every single day during this campaign -- every day you knocked on doors, made a donation, or talked to your family, friends, and neighbors about why you believe it's time for change.

I want to thank all of you who gave your time, talent, and passion to this campaign.

We have a lot of work to do to get our country back on track, and I'll be in touch soon about what comes next.

But I want to be very clear about one thing...

All of this happened because of you.

Thank you,




today, shawn quit her soul crushing job that constantly depresses her and already has a 2nd interview with an awesome marketing company in atlanta lined up. as i told her, i dont like my friends being miserable at work,.. theres no point in that. i know the economy is bad, but there really are good jobs out there and its so silly to work a job that makes you miserable (money aint everything, and why spend 40-80 hrs a week doing something you dont believe in?) so congrats, lady. youre on your way.

ask, you shall receive.

as a music person, i constantly get asked (like many of you, im sure) who my fave band or singer is, what my fave song is, the best show ive ever been to or three records i'd take to a desert island. faced with the prospect of living on an island with only 3 records and nothing else leads me to believe i'd jump off a palm tree to my death, but the others are valid.

i have little to answers to questions like these and the mere mention of them boggle the mind beyond any thoughtful consideration. but to give you something, other than my end of the year lists, i thought i'd doll out at least one semi-specific love of mine.

for whatever reason (and there and many, some explainable and some not) i am quite obsessed with band of horses. i quite adore literally every song theyve ever laid down. my favorite, if hard pressed, is most likely "the general specific" off of their latest, cease to begin. the song has the ability to make me feel a million things, to take me to a certain place in time, to give me chill bumps and to cause my mind and heart to race. this has been done countless times in my life, most notably by ryan, johnny, and millions of other old timers. but this song (and all of their others, to their own degree) elicits a very "of now" type of reaction that seems to melt me down to the very core of how i feel right this second, not hinging on the past or hollowing out the future. and while i might usually wish for a more obscure track to lift me up to such a shattering space, i stand by this band, their music, and the possibly cliched way it makes me feel.

If your trials end, are really getting you down
We had a close call, I didn't even see it, then another one, I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say, it means shit to me now.
Plants and animals, we're on a bender when it's 80 degrees, the end of December was coming on,
Only for you and me.
When the showing up ends, going back to the south, where hungry necks that I know, and runnin'
A blender in a lightning storm, disguised as a blessing I'm sure.
Knowing up here, there comes a fork in the road, pants have gotta go, we're on an island on
The fourth of July, looks like the tide is going home.
In time I'd find a little way to your heart, down to the general store for nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore - only for you and me


not only did i totally guess wrong (about 5 times)...this just isnt what i was hoping for. and of one of my fave issues of the year. although, i hope this will help me rest my final case that EW is for super nerds.