matthew klam

Posted: April 26th, 2020 | No Comments »

i read matthew klam’s “issues i dealt with in therapy” in 1999 and xeroxed it and tucked it away in my “best short stories” folder (!) (a tradition that died after a couple of years, though i still have the folder). more about klam in “why matthew klam’s new book is only 17 years overdue”:

But mostly, he was afraid that his success had been all about voice, and that even if his voice was good, it hadn’t evolved enough to justify another piece of writing. “My voice has not changed, and it’s not an interesting voice,” he says. “It’s just my voice. And here’s the thing: I’ve written, in my voice, plenty of shitty fiction.”

Teaching allowed him to write and to feel like no one was really watching. “There is nothing more invisible than a professor at a university — nothing,” he says. “No kid sees you’re alive. They don’t give a shit. If you fell over dead in the middle of class, they wouldn’t notice. They’re 19. I’m 50. It’s a good way to work because you’re invisible.”


if this isn’t a dress-up occasion, i don’t know what is

Posted: April 25th, 2020 | No Comments »

from david sedaris’s favorite things:

Procellatech Reacher Grabber Pick up Tool ($19 for 2)

I don’t have any particular brand I use, but it’s just one of the things that’s like a hand that you use to pick up trash. The one I have isn’t fancy. My local council in England gave it to me, and it’s just made of plastic, but you don’t want a heavy one if you’re walking eight hours a day picking up trash. It was just something I did while walking because people in England throw their trash out their car windows. There’s never any shortage of litter to pick up. I guess it’s like my hobby. So I’ve picked up so many tons of garbage that my local garbage council named a garbage truck after me. Actually, about four years ago, I got invited to meet the Queen because of all the trash I picked up. There’s a day when she invited do-gooders to Buckingham Palace, and I thought, if this isn’t a dress-up occasion, I don’t know what is. I really thought it would just be me and the Queen and my boyfriend. It was like 8,000 people.


an old post about marriage story (and marriage)

Posted: April 25th, 2020 | No Comments »

clearly avoiding my final project, but this from the new yorker’s review of marriage story:

Baumbach presents the elusive nature of love, the ineffable spark at its core and the realm of practicalities by which it’s defined and realized.


they loved each other

Posted: April 25th, 2020 | No Comments »

ok, this is a twisty story, but i was reading about bonjour tristesse and discovered that it was written by arthur laurents, who also wrote the book for west side story. which led me to nora kaye, a ballerina laurents had a romance with (according to laurents’s memoir). kaye eventually married director herbert ross (who directed footloose) (!), who she was with until she died in 1987. in 1988, ross married lee radziwiłł, and they divorced in 2001. shortly after, ross died, and he was interred with kaye (!!!!!), and this is their gravestone at westwood village memorial park cemetery (!!!!!!). what a burn!


a quiet reminder

Posted: April 25th, 2020 | No Comments »

i bookmarked onelook thesaurus one time but didn’t realize i had entered a word before bookmarking. now every time i visit the site, it shows this:


this painting speaks to me

Posted: April 24th, 2020 | No Comments »
Laura Wheeler Waring, <em>Portrait of Alma Thomas</em>, ca. 1945, oil on canvas, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Vincent Melzac 1977. Via Smithsonian Art Museum
Laura Wheeler Waring, Portrait of Alma Thomas, ca. 1945, oil on canvas, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Vincent Melzac 1977. Via Smithsonian Art Museum / Block Shop Textiles.

Alma Thomas began to paint seriously in 1960 [at age 69!!!!!], when she retired from her thirty-eight year career as an art teacher in the public schools of Washington, D.C. In the years that followed she would come to be regarded as a major painter of the Washington Color Field School.”


my favorite kind of meals

Posted: April 23rd, 2020 | No Comments »

i never went to prune, but always meant to. from gabrielle hamilton’s awesome “My Restaurant Was My Life for 20 Years. Does the World Need It Anymore?”:

Even after seven nights a week for two decades, I am still stopped in my tracks every time my bartenders snap those metal lids onto the cocktail shakers and start rattling the ice like maracas. I still close my eyes for a second, taking a deep inhale, every time the salted pistachios are set afire with raki, sending their anise scent through the dining room. I still thrill when the four-top at Table 9 are talking to one another so contentedly that they don’t notice they are the last diners, lingering in the cocoon of the wine and the few shards of dark chocolate we’ve put down with their check.


simple pleasures

Posted: April 23rd, 2020 | No Comments »

it smells like roses and lemonade and strawberries


oh god

Posted: April 21st, 2020 | No Comments »

jim moore, “true enough” (2011) (via pome)


despair knocks on our door every day, but we are not answering!

Posted: April 18th, 2020 | No Comments »
broken facetime group chats

present interests:

  • broken facetime chats, even when i can’t see the people
  • diet coke
  • heating pads
  • the phrase “really real”
  • my family
  • mississippi records newsletters
  • waxahatchee, surprisingly
  • LOST (even if it ends up dumb)

non-interests:

  • headaches