Showing posts with label dutch bikes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dutch bikes. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

all the pretty girls

So I don't have work until next Wednesday, which means I'll probably be on here a lot. Aren't you excited? (Oh, also, I did lots better than I thought this quarter, even though I peaced out on a lot of my class meetings. Two As, two Bs, and a B-).




"My favorite kinds of actors are the chameleons, like Daniel Day-Lewis or Peter Sellers, people like that. To me, the highest compliment you can pay to an actor is, "Man, I didn't recognize you". So yeah, "Hesher" is really different from "Tom" in (500) Days of Summer (2009)" and you know, that's what keeps it spicy for me." -- Joseph Gordon-Levitt




Joseph Gordon-Levitt has always been a favorite of mine since 3rd Rock From the Sun and 10 Things I Hate About You (I guess he has a thing for numbers, what with (500) Days of Summer added to the list). He's really come into his own since the cute-little-puppy-dog-face that reeled me in. And my goodness he knows how to dress. Thanks Gigi, for this link. Click here for the style article that goes along with the pictures above.

Everything that follows are just pretty things or things I want like a dutch bike and the necklace of books. I'll probably narrow it down to just a couple pictures to a post, but right now, as an end of the month treat, you get an overload. Tomorrow is April 1, so I'll do a whole new playlist for you to ring in the day of fools.















And the thing giving me the most happies right now: my overstuffed bookcase housing the likes of Otis Redding, Flannery O'Connor, George Saunders, Donovan, Paul Simon (and Art), Joy Williams, Lorrie Moorie, Jim Halpert, Dave Eggers, and David Sedaris.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

weird weekends

Yesterday I caught up with a few of my favorite people from a long time ago, my Book Soup co-workers Alex, Linda, Theresa and John. We were supposed to go to the Getty but I ruined things like I tend to do. I swear it wasn't my fault this time! I loathe traffic and so the fates that be decided to stick me in it for two hours on the 91. It was 4pm by the time I got to Linda's house, so instead of trekking out to the Getty, we packed some French pastries and this delicious milk oolong tea Linda got from San Francisco and went to the park by the Huntington Beach Library for a picnic and talked about scholarly things, and books, and movies, and tv shows, and culture. (I'd gone running there before while attempting to train for the Long Beach marathon but never for a picnic.) It was quaint. I like that word. And I like things that are quaint.

Anyway, they turned me on to this documentary series on the BBC called Weird Weekends with Louis Theroux. He immerses himself in these lifestyles and situations in order to gain understanding, in the process fully devoting himself to the cultural experience, to extreme measures. I'm typically not a big documentary fiend, but the way he goes about his 'research' is really interesting and subversive. I wish I could get the show on dvd but I'm not sure where to find it. There's an episode on porn stars that Linda and Theresa said was really interesting because, like his other episodes on bodybuilding and hypnotists and gangsta rap, he basically assimilates himself into the different situations and it makes for interesting/engaging tv to say the least. And informative. Interesting and informative don't always go hand in hand, as I'm sure you know.





In any event, the Getty trip is being rescheduled, and I'm glad because it means I'll get to see them all again real soon.

Oh oh, also, this guy I used to date who knows lots about bikes asked me-- when I said I was looking for a cute vintage-y bike-- "You mean a dutch bike, right?" And I said, a cute vintage-y one, silly. And he said, "Yeah, you mean a dutch bike." Ummm do I ever! They are exactly what I mean. I can has dutch bike?

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