My Logo-time at Elliott Bay Cafe was just interrupted by this, via text message. Enjoy.
Lara: Gossip Girl premieres tonight! I had no idea -- I guess reading the newspaper pays off sometimes
Me: HA Chuck got shot right? Are the golden children (Serena & Nate) still together?
Lara: Idk I haven't seen the season finale!! Ahh! I hope the golden retrievers are still together
Me: Ok all I know is Chuck swiped Little J's V-card and Blair found out and Chuck got shotted. P.S. Ben has season 2, I am rejoicing.
Lara: Holy shit, I must watch the finale!!!!! Also, season 2 DVDs, big score!
Me: Riiiight? The "oh my effing gawd" episode
Lara: Ahaha so great. I am a fan of the Bart Bass death, too.
Me: Poor orphaned, fatally wounded Chuck.
Lara: I wonder if he bleeds human blood; I feel like he's not as weak as the rest of us. Maybe he bleeds liquid diamonds.
Me: Good point. He knows something we don't. His maker probably gave him unobtainium blood or something.
Lara: Totally unobtainium. Agreed.
Me: I think I might blog this convo because I really enjoyed it.
Lara: I think others need to read our genius and witty GG thoughts; blog away.
Also my review of I Am Love is forthcoming. I'm working on an appropriate animated gif to include, so, patience Young Frodo.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Matthew Morrison & Lea Michele performed at the Tony's this year,
both of whom have spent the last year considerably OFF Broadway.
Now, I love Glee. And I love the Tony's. But I don't know what to make
of this. At about minute 4:15 it really starts to blow my mind.
Hours and hours of study could go into deciphering the look Beyonce
gives Lea Michele. It's not exactly a "Bitch plz" but it's more than a
simple "Gurl, are u ferrreal??".
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I just hit the point where you get really obsessed with what you're reading. That is, Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore.
This is how it usually happens with me & Murakami: I'm reading along and everything's fine. I'm enjoying myself quite a bit, jotting down quotes here and there. And then fish start falling from the sky or a boy falls in love with a ghost and I sort of smirk to myself as I read on and I know I'm hooked.
Here's another version of the cover I found. I'm not sure what language it is in, but it's pretty baddass. Having said this, all of his covers are pretty baddass.
Having read two of his other books (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle & Sputnik Sweetheart), I feel like I can say this some sense of certainty. Part of what I love about Murakami and, I guess, what keeps me coming back for more, is his ability to first create and then fill the hollow space within his characters. Toru Okada sits on a street corner day after day ... and is approached by Nutmeg. After Sumire disappears, one night "K" receives a phone call. And Kafka listens to a song and falls in love with a ghost. It's so great.
And the fish. Of course, the fish.
And the cats.
And the dreams.
"I get out of bed, go over to the window, and look at the night sky. And think about time that can never be regained. I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightening. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me."
I order you to get in bed and read this book,
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
So we had the Siena Book Arts show last Friday night! Perhaps you recall the very reason for this blog? That is, my learnings of book making in Siena, Italy this past summer? Well, I am proud to say that my first official arty show was a success! Here are some photos of the evening, courtesy of Sonya.
Naomi. Small Japanese lady in the background. Professor/book master. Stressed, but still talkative.
My three submissions were all my own tributes to Haruki Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. This one depicts a scene between May Kasahara and the Narrator by the well.
This one interprets the quote "Kumiko and I felt something for each other from the very beginning" and is an altered book of hymns I found at Value Village.
It's a 5ft. long accordion book and reflects May Kasahara's letter to the Narrator that begins, "(Hint) You can figure out where I am if you think about it really, really hard."
Saturday, November 28, 2009
I stumbled upon this little gem on my most recent visit to Powell's. DAR: A Super Girly Top Secret Comic Diary by Erika Moen. As I discovered through reading, she's a working comic living in Portland and just, rad and funny as shit.
She has entire strips about being poor and making toast.
She's pretty fabulous. Check out her website www.darcomic.com
Here's another lesbian comic with whom I've been obsessed for the past two years:
I read her graphic novel Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic my freshman year and fell in love. Eventually made my backwards way to her full-time comic Dykes to Watch Out For.