Woke up, got Nutella french toast served to me in bed by Brett and two very adorable children, opened presents (Brett made me a bunch of extremely cute bow ties that I want to wear all at once), Clyde recited all the cars from Cars a few times to me and before going downstairs stopped, put his hand in my face and said, “I love you. I love you, mom. Kiss?” Gave me a kiss (Harper had already left) and I am now going to nap! It’s not even 10 AM! I don’t know what Oprah’s doing, but I doubt Stedman made her a bunch of felt bowties!
The Format—Oceans
I drove up the coast to Ojai today to get a massage from my favorite French lady massage therapist. That is to say, my only massage therapist, and I only see her once a year (tomorrow is my birthday!) or sometimes twice, when Brett and I go there for our anniversary. It was amazing; she’s kind of psychic and she gives me advice in a very thick accent that I have to ask her to repeat a minimum of three times, but it’s worth it once I understand her. When I drove back I blasted this song with my windows open and passing the ocean while listening to Oceans, life seemed pretty perfect. I feel like I’ve gotten all earnest lately, but I don’t know what to tell you guys, life is pretty fucking great. I may be getting super old but I’m really enjoying myself as I rapidly approach my death!
I think I have cracked the Ryan Gosling code.
The line between “hipster” culture and “jock” culture is starting to fade.
Suddenly hipsters are into organized sports and find once indie girls, now “overrated”. Suddenly jocks and business bros are active in Williamsburg on a Saturday night and are into bands like Wild Beasts and Tallest Man on Earth. I was once at a bar in Philly when a Neutral Milk Hotel song came on the speakers and this group of drunk pink polos started grabbing at each other, high fiving each other and generally being obnoxious as they sang along, bud lites in hand and eyes tightly closed.
“This song is the the fucking best, man. I love the album.”
In “hipster” culture, its ironic to wear a baseball cap and drink beer at a sports bar while suddenly being interested in hockey. For jocks its finally cool to admit that there is more to life than the Dallas Cowboys, cars and boobs (but not a whole lot more). Being indie is sexy and main stream now. The 80s are over. The cold business brat is over. Being cool, is uncool.
I personally welcome the change. The sooner “hipster” generation gets over them selves and admits that they never heard of The Shins until they saw Garden State, and jocks can open up and write poetry, the sooner I can come out and say that I read mostly the Post over the Times because it has more pictures in it.
And that’s why Ryan Gosling is so perfect right now. He is the perfect mix between tender heart, silent creative genius and Brooklyn speaking buff jock. He is a hybrid of what everyone wants to be. Take off the glasses and the ukulele and he really is just a very very talented good looking buff Hollywood DUDE. But add the band, the masculine nonchalant necklace and a dog and you’ve got an ARTIST.
Mari cracked the code.
BRILLIANT!
Whoa.
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1988 Crystal Light National Aerobic Championship Opening
1. This is the best opening to anything anywhere.
2. This is 7 minutes 21 seconds and I wish it was 1 hour 7 minutes and 21 seconds.
3. If you able to suppress a smile while watching this please check into the place where they check if you are dead.
I’m watching Ricky Schroeder on Mortified and he has cried literally every five minutes without exaggeration. At first I thought, “How sweet! He’s not afraid to be vulnerable!” But then I realized he needs to get hooked up with a good psychiatrist and get on some meds immediately. I mean, seriously. Quickly.
**I wrote this last night but was shy about publishing it. But I feel good about it today. Please forgive any grammar or spelling errors. I’m not the best editor. ** - Jen Kirkman
I was supposed to talk to the Larry Mantle show on NPR this week. They wanted to talk to me about the recent…
This is perfect and also made me miss Kurt Cobain.
In this episode, we discuss Joyful Noise. Our guest is the charming Susannah Becket. Topics include: Sussypants, Kris Kristofferson, choir tunes, a capella groups, Dolly Parton, Queen Latifah, Mr. Pamook, Dollywood, plastic surgery, closet lesbians, Save the Cat, cat women, and MLK.
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Sussybuckets is our guest! She has a very biased and heartwarming view of this movie that is different from mine! (Hint: go see Footloose! Have you not seen Footloose yet? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU (WILL BE FIXED BY THIS MOVIE)?!!)
Dudes. There are a lot of podcasts out there. To quote my friend JOHN SILVER (@BlueLanugo on Twitter), “If there are only 7 billion people in the world, how come there are over 9 billion podcasts? I think some people are doing more than one.”
With podcasts too numerous to sift and sort…
I agree with this review.
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So just this year I started really liking nail polish DON’T FALL ASLEEP IT GETS BETTER, and in so doing I stumbled across this hilariously insane woman, Lynderella, who makes amazing nail polish. Who knew that the stereotype of “genius artist = crazy person” could possibly hold true for a nail polish designer, but it really does. This is some really good nail polish, guys. I love reading her blog because even though it is supposed to be a blog STRICTLY to sell her nail polish, it always has something in it about how she can’t please everyone and maybe she should give up and why are people so hateful and she’s only one woman she makes this all herself, she really needs to remind everyone again that she’s only one woman, and now people are selling it on ebay which she finds immobilizing, and did she mention she does this all herself? Oh, I love crazy people in unexpected places. The last entry started out kind of peacefully and I was like, “maybe she won’t say anything crazy!” but then of course it went into this diatribe that I will just post a snippet of:
“I know that Lynnderella products have been in short supply. That is the way things will be until someone clones me. Please understand that it’s not being done to hurt any one’s feelings. These are handmade products and that is not going to change. Handmade for nails is the story here. I will try to have several sales this month and maybe next month, too. If the store closes, it’s only because my mailbox is crashing.”
Who are these people who’s feelings are getting hurt because Lynderella ran out of product? I don’t know if I’m doing it justice, but if you follow her even for a bit you’ll see her glorious colors (ACCIDENTAL PUN!!). Anyway, she makes pretty great nail polish, ladies:
Well no, I CAN’T wait for this book to come out, since you’re asking. (They should make it a requirement for any new parent to read her book, “Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son’s First Year”. And apparently he had a baby at 19 and this is about his son’s first year! Agh!!)
