NO, not the man who humped Jessica and Ashley into existence! NO not the motivational speaker and mountaineer we just found on Wikipedia. This Joe Simpson is an oil painter, who likes to paint indie god’s faces into portraits we’d like to hang in our hipster cabins to gaze at while we drink wormwood tea or something. Check out his website. (via Pitchfork)
it’s a snow day and a vague holiday so it means that me and a lot of other people aren’t at work and are instead at home watching “buffy the vampire slayer” and trying to figure out why our dog and cat are not boyfriend and girlfriend as originally planned.
"It’s interesting how many good writers have really good women surrounding them."
I was enjoying reading Esquire’s “What I’ve Learned” with Donald Sutherland but that line gave me this gross little chill that made me stop and say, “Huh?”
Not to be the feminist police or anything but he is implying that great writers are all men, or possibly lesbians (yeah, he’s not implying lesbians). The worst is that he thinks he is being charitable by crediting the women “surrounding them,” who must help them become awesome writers by having sexy sex they can write about and making them casseroles while they labor over a typewriter.
Plus, is that even true? Didn’t a lot of writers have insane women surrounding them, and that’s why their writing was so interesting? Look at Freud, for one.
I don’t get offended easily (yeah, I even like “99 Problems”) but that patronizing shit is annoying.
i shopped at target instead of rainbow today and the thoughts in my head were not the usual grocery shopping “this blows, get me outta here, this blows, wanna watch TV.” this surprised me. i thought that i had somehow morphed into a curmudgeony human that hated doing anything involving getting into my car, getting out and handing over my check card. i even bought myself some dresses that toe the line between “weekend-y,” “office appropriate” and “no more than $20.” (it’s maybe not a line being toed, but a 3-dimensional matrix. yeah, being a girl is complicated.)
i still wish there was an ultra store that sold frozen pizza, soda, alcohol, cigarettes and tampons. that would be amazing. those probably exist in Everywhere but Minnesota.
living in Minnesota is depressing. anyone who says otherwise has been infected with happy drugs from the st. paul tap water company. if there was a movie about my life, it would involve lots of shots of me, wearing a hat, driving my car in the snow and looking disenchanted in a way that is hopefully cool. the song could be fleet foxes or something and the preview could climax at a scene where i’m kicking ice off my tire and drinking Hot 100 from a small bottle.
tonight i am going to go to first ave and pregame in a Wave Rave party with my friends who run the philolzophy blog.
i haven’t been tumblring lately because i started a blog with them and jay gabler and jason zabel and katie sisneros and emily weiss called The Tangential. read it if you want something else to click on. i’ll write more about it later.