Snapshot: Listening, Watching, Reading, Etc.

+ Kat

Listening: Music, Madonna (crazy dance songs followed by a perfect comedown record); Madonna, Madonna (a near-perfect dance music masterpiece that proves disco is the perfect post-nuclear sound); Like A Prayer, Madonna (Madonna goes Devendra before Devendra was even Devendra); the first half of Erotica, Madonna (a brilliant concept album about sex in the post-AIDS era); Ray of Light, Madonna (a remarkable treatise on fame-as-spiritual-development); split 12" on Troubleman Unlimited, Rye/Karp (pure glorious post-hardcore noise). This pretty well represents my anima/animus split.
Watching: I am only watching things that target over-imaginative six year-olds as their audience because mentally that's where I'm at. If I have to watch one more amazingly directed but depressing Eastern European film, I will slit my wrists.
Reading: A "friend" got me a copy of a book called Bohemian Manifesto, saying that it reminded them of me. I was so insulted! Real bohemians don't need manifestos! I am beyond words!
Wearing: The only thing that matters is Araks underwear.
Wanting: Magnolia Bakery opened an uptown branch of their little empire of sweetness and it's kind of my undoing now because I love their red velvet cupcakes and anything with lavender-colored frosting. It's so wrong but so seductive and my dentist is going to kill me.

++ Liz

Listening: Drug Rug; The Lightning Seeds; Luscious Jackson; Rilo Kiley, More Adventurous (especially "I Never," oh lordy lordy me); Smashing Pumpkins, "Sweet Sweet"; Bruce Springsteen, "Valentine's Day"; Automatic Baby, "One"; The Klaxons' cover of "My Love" by Justin Timberlake; lots of Tom Petty
Watching: Friday Night Lights, which I don't totally get yet, but I'm hangin' on. And the trailer for Forgetting Sarah Marshall, starring my girlfriend Kristin Bell and my soulmate Paul Rudd and my cousin Jason Segel.
Reading: Cien Sonetos de Amor by Pablo Neruda. And, as I'm telling everyone, I'm currently and desperately seeking recommendations books about fucked-up romantic passion, preferably with a female protag, preferably slightly trashy but ideally about three degree less trashy than Janet Fitch. Email me?
Wearing: my latest Crossroads find, a half-sleeve lavender t-shirt printed with the head of a steely-eyed tiger. Also: Pacifica's sooooo yummy Malibu Lemon Blossom perfume.
Wanting: a Dalmation cupcake from Big Sugar Bakeshop (it's "velvety white cake studded with chocolate mini morsels" - heaven!) and a haircut and a copy of Love It To Death by Alice Cooper

++ Laura

Listening: The Essential George Gershwin (if you squint, he sounds just like Paul McCartney!)
Watching: Planet Earth: do you know how many obscure cute animals there are in this world? Check out my new favorite animal, the pudu: the world's tiniest deer. Aww!
Reading: The Secret History by Donna Tartt- totally addictive, also "well-paced" (to quote the New York Times). I'm completely sucked in to Tartt's mysterious world of Greco-obsessive Gatsby-inspired scholars, and also really thankful that my reading this book coincides with the five-hour train trip I'm taking this weekend!
Wearing: Yayoi Kusama for Uniqlo tank top (white with a gold silkscreen of some sort of apple/pumpkin/gourd hybrid); Navy/green/white/red Adidas Top Tens.
Wanting: All from J.Crew for boys: Striped mockneck Henley, Maritime rain slicker, and Vineyard lighthouse boxers (I'd wear these as shorts with a striped polo with the collar popped). About 90% of my wardrobe comes from various little boys' departments across North America. Fits like a glove, and for half the price no less!

(Madonna as Devendra as Madonna, a pudu, Liz's tiger shirt, cupcakes for all)

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