things of little relevance


two of hearts
April 27, 2010, 7:09 pm
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My ex-male companion once told me, “Don’t be a sell-out and go to law school.” In his free time, he made extra cash by driving the tour bus for a band that had, well, more trannies than the average band.

My current male companion said to me last night, “Be a recruiter at some big finance firm.” He wanted to work for an internet start-up that specialized in used cars; the company’s website had a Gertrude Stein quote.

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looking ahead
April 20, 2010, 10:31 am
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I’ve been eagerly anticipating these two’s U.S. release.



the shewings of lucy tang
April 15, 2010, 11:04 pm
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Well, I guess The Shewings of Julian of Norwich (which I read for class, not for fun. Even I’m not that “boring.”) have really stuck with me, eh?

(Let’s also disregard my use of “all of y’all” and “haters.”)



manimal
April 13, 2010, 2:23 am
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Last Sunday Whitney and I had brunch at Diner and our waitress had the coolest looking suede necklace. She told me it was made by Manimal, and I stumbled across the name again while browsing through Lena Corwin’s archives (aka working on my annotated bibliography). And I thought to myself, “Well if Lena likes it…”

It’s called the Math necklace. What a terrific name! If only I wore jewelry…

For some reason, I can totally see Perri or Annie wearing this, maybe because it’s a touch earthy.



books and boys
April 10, 2010, 1:07 pm
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From Liesl Schillinger’s review of “The Solitude of Prime Numbers.”

“In 2008, Paolo Giordano, an Italian physi cist in his mid-20s, published his first novel. Called “The Solitude of Prime Numbers,” it won Italy’s most coveted book prize, the Premio Strega.”

“His being a blue-eyed, sandy-haired bel ragazzo probably didn’t hurt, either.”

And what a great cover!

Oh, the book sounds good too.



well, it gives me hope
April 6, 2010, 6:05 pm
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From my friend Alex:

I once heard that you can fit all the people who read literary fiction, in the whole world, into a single football stadium. But I saw a banker type on the subway this morning reading Pamela, a guy who clearly was not reading it because he was taking or teaching a class on it, and he only had like twenty pages to go! And Updike and McEwan are cake by comparison! I thought about submitting this to GMH, but I think it’s not the kind of thing they’re looking for.