anytime i can be on a couch under blankets

Posted: December 14th, 2014 | No Comments »

from “Blind Date With Chelsea Peretti and Ike Barinholtz”:

How do you guys write? What’s your process?

IKE I like to put on my underwear and lay in bed like a prisoner who has given up. I heard Robert Evans used to stay in bed till noon and eat cheesecake. And then he’d go produce The Godfather. I’m the Robert Evans of the show. I think I’m comfortable saying that.

CHELSEA I would love when I was off on script for Parks, because you can be in your PJs, make coffee, and lay on a couch under blankets. Anytime I can be on a couch under blankets, I’m at a hundred percent.



Posted: December 12th, 2014 | No Comments »

from the cut’s “I’m 40. I Don’t Want to Be a Mom. Now What?”:

Having kids is not something a woman can back-burner forever, and as I’ve watched friends take the leap, the reality that I would not be able to leave to fate the matter of children much longer persistently crept to the forefront of my mind. It was less a pressing need to have a child than a deep, nagging fear that I wouldn’t be okay without one.


I realized that so many of those things I valued in my current life would cease to be if I opted for motherhood. Perhaps for the first time I began thinking of my life as something intentional, rather than a for-the-time-being existence.


So now what? As my friend Stacy London said, “Breaking up with motherhood is more complicated than simply not wanting children. It is breaking up with our perceived use-value. It is looking at what we as single, childless women, unfettered by traditional roles, want to offer the world.” Life, particularly life for women, is marked with widely acknowledged signposts, beginning with puberty, then marriage, then children — or, failing that, devoting our lives to charity or career, two things women are often required to give in exchange for not producing a child. We may balk at the restrictions and create our own detours, but the established guidebook is there, as is the reward system for checking off the boxes.



you’re so kind

Posted: December 10th, 2014 | No Comments »

first day back at work. feel like i’m in a woozy cloud. couldn’t sleep at all last night. think i have normal-ish energy but do i? checking my hyster systers app to see what is normal (!). truthfully i feel sort of mad at myself for being here. didn’t see an option, though. what can i do? have to get paid, have to make a living.

the bright side: a woman who came to a concert left me this card while i was gone, which of course made me tear up immediately upon reading it. and then my coworker gave me this bundle of sharpies, because he knows i love taking notes with a colored sharpie. the world is complicated but there are so many little kindnesses.

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the same end

Posted: December 8th, 2014 | No Comments »

NYTimes: March 7, 1965. “The American Dream and the American Negro” by JAMES BALDWIN

NYTimes: March 7, 1965. “The American Dream and the American Negro” by JAMES BALDWIN

(via durgapolashi)

this close to buying a white turtleneck

Posted: December 7th, 2014 | No Comments »

leandra medine

last avoiding-work-post-of-the-day: very into this look. courtesy of man repeller.

stirs something within you

Posted: December 7th, 2014 | No Comments »

i think about this constantly in marfa, where there is a non-stop stream of performance and art, which sometimes rob one of time to pursue his/her own work. via pitchfork:

“One of the problems of our modern world is that there’s a lot of things to work through, but, at some point, everybody should take a pause from that and make something, so that it’s not just all one-way traffic. Human beings aren’t meant to be solely consumers—eventually, something has to come out. Otherwise, I don’t really see what the point of all that consumption is. The idea behind watching things and listening to things is that it stirs something within you, and hopefully that will stimulate you to then create your own thing.”

Jarvis Cocker

off-brand discount soda, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and massive amounts of amphetamine

Posted: December 7th, 2014 | No Comments »

gary stewart is one of ross’s favorite singers. from a remembrance of him:

At this point in the saga, I have failed to mention that Gary Stewart was not your standard issue Nashville factory line singer neither vocally or in attitude. He proudly and rather openly loved drugs. Cocaine, painkillers, and speed were just part of the diet. Check out 1981’s “Honky Tonk Man” on YouTube. It sounds like a man singing from the substance abuse section of a psychiatric ward.

In 1987 writer Jimmy McDonough went on a mission to find Stewart, which took him to Fort Pierce. The king of honky-tonk heartbreak was living in a trailer with the windows painted black. His sustenance was off-brand discount soda, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and massive amounts of amphetamine. Overall, he was pretty happy.

(via countryhixs)

(via King Of The Honky Tonks Gary Stewart Remembered | rock nyc)


how wall street bent steel

Posted: December 7th, 2014 | No Comments »

A great article today in the NY Times, “How Wall Street Bent Steel,” about Tinken, a family-run business in Canton, Ohio, where activist investors are posing a threat to the company’s survival. Muddy, complex, scary stuff. Short term rewards vs. long-term strength. Community vs. individual profit.

The thing that especially resonated for me is this quote by Suzanne Berger, a professor of political science at M.I.T.: “We’ve got a financial system in the U.S.,” she said, “where California teachers have to protect their pension funds by hurting manufacturing in Ohio.” Capitalism, man.


Posted: December 7th, 2014 | No Comments »

SOLANGE(via vogue)

Trying to convince my brother and his fiancée, who are getting married in New Orleans next year, to emulate Solange’s wedding. I mean DANG GIRL. All white, so fresh. My feelings as spoken by iSo14Below:

if you’re looking for me, i can be found bowing at the feet of the #solangewedding tag on instagram.

rock me on the water

Posted: December 4th, 2014 | No Comments »

in “hyster systers guide to hysterectomy” (REAL NAME), i think they should say in week 2.5, you may start to feel phases of grief, in a quick rush, and then be done (or done-ish). monday i was grieving, tuesday i felt bitter, today i am feeling glad that i don’t have to infect a child with any of my weirdnesses or worry about kids being mean. also i started thinking about how i would commit suicide when i get old to avoid a nursing home: do you need a gas oven? or could i keep my pain pills from this surgery for 30 years and OD? can you OD on 20 30-year-old pills? kinda morbid but whatever just a brain thinking. also a good song: linda ronstadt, “rock me on the water.”