“That’s why the more you like the Judy Garland film, the more you might appreciate Oz the Great and Powerful. Appreciate. Enjoy. Admire. Be glad to see. Have fun with … But as for love - well, love will be harder to come by.” - Mick LaSalle on Oz the Great and Powerful and also on all the men in my life.
I catch myself saying to this or that ex, “where can I get one of these stupid little hats?”
Men in Black 3: A Review
Call me crazy but, even after all these years, my favorite Will Smith movie is still Six Degrees of Separation.
I’m getting together for coffee tonight with an ex to “catch up,” but mostly just to retrieve books I left at his house. I’m going to tell this ex that I’ve quit smoking and drinking and that I’ve started running and working out and that I’m getting married.
Jacob and his fiends had prospered in school, and most of all at the university,...– Delmore Schwartz, “The World Is a Wedding” (via suitablesubstituteforwit)
Today at the office they asked me, “Have you ever made a budget?” “No,” I replied. “I don’t think that would interest me very much.” I am not good with money. I do not have anything in my savings account. In fact, I am so reckless with my spending, I often unknowingly swipe my credit card by accident when clocking in at work.
Lena Dunham: Unwatchable in the Best Way by Lorrie... →
First Lorrie has a new story in The Paris Review and now this!
Ignorance is Bliss.
Today, I exhausted my twenty free articles on both NYTimes.com and LATimes.com on all of my devices - my computer, my iPad, and each of the desktops at work. So, don’t ask me about Syria, Trayvon Martin, Health care reform, Rick Santorum, or anything else. I simply won’t know. For the next four days I will actually be as uninformed as I appear to be.
New Lorrie Moore! →
Today, my LA Times horoscope read: “You will really get the conversation going once you become aware of the difference between a monologue and a dialogue.” How insulting! How presumptuous! Do I not already know the difference? Am I self-absorbed? To my mind, I may be long-winded when I speak, but in every circumstance, in friendships, in relationships, and in business, I can hardly...
My dumb, bitchy thoughts on WSJ's Dear Book Lover... →
“I would go a step further: Chekhov is a writer for patient adults who are indifferent to action, color and finality in their fiction.” So wrong, except the finality part. Lives don’t end when a short story ends, they keep going. “Nor did Chekhov write stories to inspire or buck up: “Helplessness, hopelessness, misunderstanding and defeat are chief among his...
3rd and Main
$6.95 to schedule a pick-up? No thanks. I’ll take my chances flagging down a UPS truck on the side of the road.
To drink, or not to drink - that is the question.
Living “paycheck to paycheck” is no longer a possibility for me. I’m living paycheck to Sunday to paycheck.
These gold-rimmed Stella Artois glasses I stole from work do nothing to make this Tecate taste better.
Yes, I am.
Today I had a meeting with a representative from Google. She started the meeting by asking me if I was familiar with Google.
Occupy LA slogans.
Sign outside City Hall: “The most important thing in life is Life.” Life with a capital L. Whatever the hell that means.
Add it to the list of things I don’t believe in, behind liquid calories and headaches.
I've only had one cup of coffee today.
Just another record personal low I’ve set this week.
Last night I fell asleep on a couch. It was my own couch, but a couch nonetheless.
He doesn’t move on. He moves in.
I won’t sleep with just anybody anymore. Now I have to be attracted to them sexually.
I wish I had said something, anything, else.
This ride on the metro left me with the recollection of a great sadness. The...– Maurice Blanchot, Death Sentence (L’arrêt de mort; trans. Lydia Davis)
Alice Munro. New fiction. →
I don’t have the energy for a whole day. Instead, I will seize the hour.
When my life becomes too stressful, and there does not appear to be anything else I can do about it, I try, in my mind, to recite the serenity prayer. “God grant me serenity…” is as far as I’m able to remember, which just makes me more stressed.
Today my father asked me, “Didn’t you move to Los Angeles to work in the movies?” “Yes,” I replied. “But all the Blockbusters have closed.”
Here I am, not very informed and hardly interested.
No, Monday will not work. Why, you ask? Mondays are my dark days. They are the days I contemplate serious things, like whether to take out the trash or not.
On last night’s Ally Mcbeal, Ally said, at the beginning of the episode, “I don’t much feel like going to work today” and so she didn’t. She was not in the rest of the episode.
This morning, on my way to work, I saw the sun rise. Oh, I thought, I wish I had missed this.
In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where...– Alice Munro, “Too Much Happiness”
Something strange was happening to him. His neck, round which soft, fragrant...– Chekhov, “The Kiss” (via 30prufrock)
Last night I color-coordinated the clothes in my closet. It made me feel rich to have a closet that looked this way, until I stood back, looked at the small, crowded closet and remembered the labels.
I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them.– Jane Austen
There is not a Blockbuster in Los Angeles that carries Ally Mcbeal. Not one.
My bus stop (the 2 or the 4, or the 302 if I’m lucky, which is rare) is right outside the Guadalupe Wedding Chapel in downtown Los Angeles. As I wait for the bus every day the chapel plays Etta James’ “At Last” on a loop on their outdoor speaker system.