CONTAINS:

look, i know marshmallows contain gelatin but i just have never seen it writ quite so plain before

TAM!

this is a photo of a woman i went to high school with and i’m just v into how she is (still) totally her own person and rocking it. new instrument who dis? may we all be so comfortable in our skins.

uh oh

had a sex dream about olivia munn the other night. full disclosure i have been embarrassingly SHOOK by the olivia munn/john mulaney drama (zero percent my business but — i just weirdly am feeling every part of it, including the addiction part, which i understand and yet don’t understand) (“can’t you just do cocaine and stay successful and keep going for life?”).

ps found an old 2006 email about arcade fire’s “lies” and in truth, it holds up.

it’s a vibe

rodarte spring 2022 via vogue

the master of the pat

from the ny times obituary “Delores Custer, 79, Dies; Gave Star Turns to Cornflakes and Noodles”:

“Some stylists have specialties, but Delores could do anything,” said Colin Cooke, a still life and food photographer who shot hundreds of ads with Ms. Custer. However, he said, she shone particularly in margarine. At one point they worked for a company that owned 11 different brands.

“She was the master of the pat,” Mr. Cooke said, “the queen of the dollop, the swirl and the curl.”

tywin lannister

had a dream that tywin lannister from game of thrones kicked me out of a threeway for not being sexy enough. dream interpreters, i welcome your thoughts.

also this song!

good things

a few good things:

• pink neon nail polish from target
• prime suspect on hulu (ads are meh but i’ll take it for awhile) (mirren was 46 when she made prime suspect, which is both cheering and destabilizing)
• my new blazer — taking it back to my high school style yo
• wrapping levi’s new lava lamp
• the blistering guitar solos in “down by the river” (this live video is so long but it does capture how they’re just diving into the story of the song through that riff)
• all the tomatoes
• the new spiderman trailer
• labor day holiday BLESS

bad things:

• perma state of awkwardness and unease in regard to marfa, friendship, all social interactions
• tears leaking out of me eyes when ross played ernie graham’s “for a little while”
• i had a SHORT volunteer shift at the marfa lights festival, but they were overstaffed so i asked if i should stay, and when the boss said i could just stay and hang out, my face got a look of pure horror on it. i’m sorry all friends, i’m not in a good place

neither good nor bad:

• the martin short/steve martin/selena gomez show “only murders in the building” — it’s like vaguely out-of-touch but comforting old tea

can you tell school is starting tomorrow

birthday has come and gone, glad to see it go, even though my birthday is my favorite day of the year (i’m a leo deep at heart). just a shiz time, 47 feels old, and sad things happening all around. hard to really feel easy. last year was kind of amazing because it was deep COVID and so no one was here and no one could go out and so i just watched nba and rom coms and napped and drank champagne and felt taken care of and did whatever i wanted and there was no sorrow yet hanging over me. but this year — there were two memorials in town, and my sweet aunt passed away (but sent me a present that arrived the day before), plus i’ve let all my marfa friendships fray and my sister has COVID and life feels just so…momentary. or transitory. both. someone please find me the poem that captures this. though ross spoiled me with TWO cakes and champagne and there was this perfect pre-birthday moment on tuesday — eating the most delicious pavlova made by my cool cuz and watching chunking express (brutal picture but love in its heart).

stay true

the best memorial photo

escondido, new mexico (i think)

beware of rattlesnakes

no swimming / no boats
(only striking rattlesnakes)
at this little lake in new mexico, august 2021