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September 27, 2002
Draw-gloves. I win.
word of the day: draw-gloves - A sort of game, the particulars of which the learned have not yet discovered . . . In all the instances, it seems to be a game between lovers.
and on that note, I say to the author of "Deadworry": Poofoot. I win.
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September 23, 2002
Stalker
Man acquitted of stalking QVC host (Insert incredulous ironic comment here)
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September 18, 2002
Flutter
Confidential to that person who knows how truly disgusting bananas are, especially in public: <flutter>
and, on an entirely different note (and thanks to Morning News for this one) Hot Girls on Caskets!
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September 14, 2002
Jeffiner is the best sister I have.
It's a Saturday night. I'm home, high on paint fumes, a glass of terrible red wine in one hand and a pile of peanut m&ms in the other hand. Watching the Cyndi Lauper episode of "Behind the Music" and thinking to myself: why did I chill this wine? what the hell was I thinking? that's the worst thing that happened to me today - drinking bad red wine. I think this is a record for best bad thing.
my sister and I painted my kitchen white so I can move out of my apartment without costing the ex any of his security deposit. I would have left it Home Depot orange (<sly smile> or was it poppy red, john </sly smile>) if I didn't worry about him dying of starve <sic> over there in california.
Jeffiner is the best painting partner in the world, I tell you. There is no one like her in the whole world- a good listener, hilarious storyteller, talented brush-wielder, generous time-giver (to a fault, actually). . . I swear, this three-coat paint job took 2 hours, from setup to cleanup - the only thing I have to do is swab down the unpainted surfaces, push back the oven, and reinstall a few shelves and doors, and someone can move right in.
although I wish they wouldn't. I'd stay here forever, orange kitchen, relationship ghosts, noisy neighbors, and all. . . if only. . .
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September 07, 2002
Fondue for Three
First off, I just want to say that I am in love with my co-workers, Megan and Sarah, for thinking I was quite a freakin' few years younger than I really am.
my my my, I didn't realize looking my age was such a big deal to me, in my mind, until they FREAKED out upon hearing how old I was. "We thought you were 25!!!" is the cutest thing I heard all week.
Ingredients for a lovely evening:
3 single gals
4 bottles of wine, 2 red, 2 white
2 fondue pots
1 'fondue around the world' book
TONS of fruit
1 knife, which we have to freakin' wash a zillion times
1 clove garlic
1 rosemary baguette
1 plastic bottle of shitty-ass brandy
3 different kinds of cheeses (one stinky)
3 different kinds of dark chocolate (and one to nibble while waiting for heather to finish melting the stinky cheese)
stir in:
1 person who has made fondue before
1 person with a fabulous apartment
1 person with the driest, most hilarious sense of humor
serves three. quite well.
Why the fuck don't all 'girl's night' events go as smoothly? is it just that I didn't bring enough alcohol all those other times?
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September 05, 2002
Savage Postirony
"...Our culture has become so saturated with ironic doubt that it's beginning to doubt its own mode of doubting. If everything is false, then by the same token anything can be taken as true, or at least as true enough. Truths are no longer absolute; they're shifting, temporary, whatever serves the purpose of the moment. Postironists create their own sets of serviceable realities and live in them independent of any facets of the outside world that they chooose to ignore....Practitioners of postironic consciousness blur the boundaries between irony and earnestness in ways we traditional ironists can barely understand, creating a state of consciousness wherein critical and uncritical responses are indistinguishable. Postirony seeks not to demystify but to befuddle, not to synthesize opposites but to suspend them, keeping open all possibilities at once. And we marketers, in forging a viable mode of postironic consumerism, must seek to foster in the consumer a mystical relationship with consumption. Through consumption consumers will be gods; outside of consumption they will be nothing: a perpetual oscillation between absolute control and absolute vulnerability, between grandeur and persecution."
from The Savage Girl, Alex Shakar.
just a little peek into what I'm reading today. Another first novel that makes me CRAVE another by the same author. So, c'mon Alex, get crackin' on book number two!
for some reason, I feel like reading Kavelier and Klay will segue to this through The Cheese Monkeys. it'd be a good tryp-read, anyway.