December 2008
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld...”
– Robert Burns
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What follows...
are my favorite photos from 2008. Notice that they all capture summer moments: an aerial leap into the pool at LOTO, a late-night love-in on a Clayton patio, a crustacean’s birthday kiss. These are the memories by which I judge the rest of the year. If my summers suck, forget it. The rest of the year did and will likely suck too. I find it fitting, then, that I capped off 2008, my best...
Blog. Love.
MHL: I want some love on your blog.
MHL: Too much?
CR: No, not too much.
MHL: You dont have to refer to me specifically; I just want to be able to read between the lines.
CR: Ask and ye shall receive.
MHL: And what is it that you want, young lady?
CR: A smooch.
“Happy stuff:
1. You are a hot babe.
2. You are very, very smart. (I brag on...”
– P.A.P. via email
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What do coffee, Camel Lights, and cul-de-sacs...
…have in common? The year was 2000, and when I wasn’t acquainting myself with Napster or guzzling six-packs of Seagram’s pina colada wine coolers or singing along with Matchbox Twenty into my hairbrush, I was phasing out Dream by Gap with the delectable and impossible to categorize Gucci Rush. LGB, my best friend and local social demigoddess, first discovered the red-boxed...
sarazucker:
smokey robinson & the miracles -...
"The backyard is but the reminder of a meadow..." →
“The cultural chasm between liberals and conservatives that first appeared in the ’60s was largely one between the city and the suburbs. The liberal “idealism” that had created the catastrophe in Vietnam now got blamed, unfairly or not, for failing economic and social policies. For marginalized conservatives, the suburbs were living refutation of the crumbling ethos that...
“Have a very old money Christmas. Drop an extra-small-faced hundo in the...”
– P.A.P.
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I don't care...
…if you are a tattoo-covered, whisky-swilling, He-man behemoth who can twist steel beams between his thumb and pinky, who crushes beer cans against his forehead and falls asleep to the sweet, sweet sounds of head-banging speed metal and never met a girl he didn’t ravage and then leave for her sister… If you spend a night like I just did, running to the bathroom in twenty minute...
How great ideas are born:
CR: (Fiddles with the car radio, tunes into clubby dance station)
MHL: Guido music?
CR: You're listening to WGDO FM!
MHL: WGDO, the Guid!
“To all my Democrat family and friends, please accept with no obligation, implied...”
– P.A.P. via email
It's a slow...
…work day, to no one’s surprise, and now that I’ve killed two hours eating bagels, socializing, touring the cafeteria, talking on the phone with my mom, checking my bank account (barf), rethinking the ensembles I packed for my mini-break, and Google-gossiping with PH, I can finally focus my thoughts on the real reason for the season: running off all the fruitcake blubber...
The long, slow, torturous death of ZIMA →
RTC: I felt the need to open a new blog that could just be a place for me to post normally.
CR: Should I give you a plug on 26.style?
RTC: I always love a 26.style plug. It's better than hair-pulling sex.
CR: OMGOMGOMG.
I survived my first day at [Awesome, Inc.] and...
…now I’m going to celebrate here with the world’s most delicious martini.
CCC: People don't hang out enough anymore. Like, if you have to always be doing something major with your friends, you probably have really boring friends. Whatever happened to just sitting around doing nothing?
CR: You're absolutely right. 2009 WILL BE THE YEAR OF HANGING OUT.
You know you've found something awesome...
…when you seriously consider getting a room on a Saturday afternoon.
“Make fun of my BA in English all you like, no English major’s fucked over the...”
– Shorter Excerpts (via peterwknox) (via kaytee)
Actually, the English majors are just as bad as the traders are. Rather than merely having an initial fall due to something bad happening, there’s three weeks of panic due to a 24-hour news cycle causing consumer confidence to plummet further. If we...
“I’m feeling rough
I’m feeling raw
I’m in the prime of my...”
– MGMT
I'm going to a...
…holiday party in the Bronx tonight (Did you know they party there? I didn’t either!) and I had the best outfit in mind for it. I have literally been saving this ensemble for the perfect occasion since 2006: my wool tartan kilt (it’s really from Scotland!), black pilgrim buckle pumps, and a sweet white French Connection blouse with a Peter Pan collar, puffed sleeves, and...
Mom: What did you wear?
CR: A gray dress with black tights, black heels, and a black coat.
Mom: (sighs) My daughter, who thinks gray is a primary color.
CR: You really love to tell people that. You're so proud of yourself.
Mom: I am! And it's good! You should blog that.
CR: Maybe I will!
I am currently...
…reading… …hearing… …wearing…
SO THERE I WAS...
…two Fridays ago, standing in line at the Gap with the sweater for which I had fought long and hard with the elderly Eastern European saleswoman. (Our conversation went something like this: “You need help? What size you need?” “I’m looking for a large.” “No. You small. I get you a small. Here’s a small.” “Thank you, but I’d...
Cute explosion! →
aliexplainsitall:girlwearsmascara:ellenclare:taylorswaim.
I got a job!
It’s a good one, too.
“I AM ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
– me (via inmywardrobe) YAYAAAAYAYAAYAYAYAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!
“Cary, I was at a concert last night and stood next to a guy that looked almost...”
– JRC via Facebook
Tonight. →
