It is 9:45 Sunday morning and I already feel that I have wasted another weekend. I drank too many Newcastle’s yesterday afternoon and passed out around 6:00. Today I have to do domestic things: laundry, groceries, oil change for the Champagne Saturn. Ah, the good life.
My Weekend Recommendations:
Music: Say Hi to Your Mom. A pretty terrible band name, granted. But the music is perfect smart-summery-pop that I am into right now. Follow the link and download the song called Laundry or listen to it here. If you don’t like it, there is a chance that we aren’t really friends.
Movies: The Mystery of Picasso. 1950’s, I believe. Filming from behind the canvas as Picasso paints. Interesting to see how Picasso created paintings. it’s all set to music, and they are maybe 8 lines of dialogue in the entire movie. It would be good to take some sort of drug and watch. I don’t take drugs, but at the very least it made me consider-to-think-about-wanting-to-take some sort of drug. The special features contain a short about Guernica that is worth the entire rental.
Writing: Metrosexuals. it’s an article that character sketches men who spend $40 on face cream, but sleep with women. I felt like I was reading the code of my own DNA. (the link is to the New York Times, which requires a free subscription. If you don’t already have one, get one. If you won’t get one, read more.)
Body Cream: Coconut Milk Body Yoghurt from Fred Segal. it’s made by Scottish Fine Soaps and makes you smell like a million bucks right up until your first cigarette.
Website: The Pointy Toe Shoe Factory. Written by the incredible Rebecca Woolf. You can read about her trip to Greece, her Vagina, and a Mormon wedding all within 15 minutes.
Good Advice: Hang out with people who are not younger or older than you by 5 years. It will save a lot of inner-monologues of condescension about those surrounding you.
