Why was I not surprised when I found out where he went to school?
A NEW ENGLAND LIBERAL ARTS EDUCATION: In-state tuition? Fuck that! My friends were smug, my parents dubious, but I said - I'm going to prove myself up there, and it's got apple orchards and shit, which is cool. Shack up with some chick who "summers" on "the Cape." I'd be set. Trust fund in tow, I'd spend all day in cafes writing verse essays and radio plays. The faux-homenian life I always dreamed of would be mine. So what the hell happened? Not so sure. It seems the blue bloods can smell a Jew at forty paces, and all the JAPs are at Binghamton. Everyone I know is temping in Boston, permanently, with 100 grand in debt, and growing. Time to join the American Foreign Legion. And quick. I mean, I'll risk Gulf War Syndrome if it means I'll never have to see Connecticut again, and I don't have to live around the corner from that girl I puked on the night I turned 21. C-
20 Questions with Prefuse73 over at Prefix. I keep hearing all these things about Barcelona as a real vibrant place. Maybe I'll go there if I don't stay under the covers for much longer...and get my money...and uh, learn some Spanish. Also from there, an Aesop Rock article.
On the artsy tip, I'm tempted to see these works because these articles. The New York Press on Isaac Julien's Baltimore. The Village Voice on my friend Alex's dad's new show.
Modern science making it easier for non-swallowing losers like me. Hmm...that sounds dirtier than I meant it. Let me know when they've got cherry flavor! Yeah, that sounds dirty too. Ah well.
Nick gets a Voice Club Crawl mention. Rolling big dog style!
What Candicissima wants for Christmas: some footie pajamas! Just for the sheer novelty aspect. [via extra medium] I also made up a beginning of a rhyme over there in the comments that I have to share. Imagine this set to "Get Low." *ahem*
While tha jolly fat man is away,
Spreading good cheer with his sleigh,
I'mma be at the mistletoe, tradin kisses
With his fine young bootylicious Missus
Can't hate on the Christmas playa
You can call me the seasonal laya
Girl, you better get on ya knees
To unwrap this present
And make my holidays nice and pleasant
You better work it, girl, go go go
And make this man say "ho ho ho"
No more Southern booty rap. It's obviously poisoned my brain.
Posted by Candicissima at November 18, 2003 08:15 PMby the way, thumbs up to that link that gives designer Burberry stuff an F. That shit is FUGLY! Even my mom says it's for "old women", which shifts the age bracket to 70 year-old retirees, at least. *ok, so i am bitter about the two cents i have in my bank account...actually, their new perfume smells kind of nice, but that doesn't keep the rest of their stuff from being lame*
Posted by: Victoria at November 19, 2003 11:45 AMthat's funny, i was actually predicting (yesterday, in fact) that footie pajamas would be the next big fashion trend, a logical progression from extra-long, nightshirt-style white tees and timbs/pajama pants combos.
Posted by: nick at November 19, 2003 02:18 PMI dunno about footie PJs being the next trend. I want them 'cause they look warm and would be funny to wear around the house. I don't think I'd let anyone see me in them. Also, Jay let me know that her mom has a few pairs. I don't think that's a demographic I want to be in. (No offense to Jay's Mom!)
Posted by: Candicissima at November 19, 2003 08:57 PM