On Monday, Flavorwire shared 5o street art tributes to pop culture icons.
Woody here is graffitied on NYC’s Lower East Side.
And Pee-wee’s in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. (Along with Honest Abe).
Makes complete sense. Check out the rest here.
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Nuns with snowballs and three other good things
I’m hard at work on my I-don’t-care-about-Christmas advent calendar. And you know, getting through the month.
Last weekend, I went to a roller disco, saw Tiny Furniture, made sugared cranberries, and accompanied some friends to my favorite ramen place. I slept late Saturday and Sunday, too.
It’s fun crossing anything off a list, but this advent calendar idea is just what I needed.
And here’s some good stuff for you:
Pixar hasn’t made me tear up like this since Up
Bravo to the people at Pixar for their It Gets Better video.
The It Gets Better Project really touches me, not only because I have gay friends who struggled to come out, but because I remember how difficult it was to grow up “different.” I was far from popular during my school years in Odem, Texas. And while I wasn’t bullied outright, I was definitely called names and felt isolated. I grew to be more self-conscious and distrustful than is healthy.
Even now, I’m living some version of that - a few people whose approval I crave tell me I’m wrong and stupid. They condemn whom I choose to spend my time with, and what I choose to spend my time doing. The It Gets Better videos sometimes forget to mention that there will always be people who will tell you that what and how and who you love is wrong.
Modeling for Olek and Paper Magazine
When I visited the “Knitting is for Pussies” exhibit at Christopher Henry Gallery last month, I was immediately smitten with Olek’s use of color, whimsy, and of course, texture. I wrote a review of the crocheted chaos for Verbicide and went on my way.
Then last Friday I heard that Olek was looking for a model for a Paper Magazine photo shoot. My boyfriend (it feels weird typing that - boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend) alerted me and put in a good word. Then I found Olek on Facebook and volunteered. She said, “It’ll be fun. See you Monday.”
I knew I’d end up in a crocheted bodysuit, looking like the creepiest Dr. Seuss character in history. On Sunday night, I laid out my most flesh-colored underwear and started to ponder… How would I get crocheted into the suit? Would it be tight? Itchy? Would I feel really exposed? Am I officially artsy now?
To be unraveled…
Remember when I wrote about the artist Olek a while back?
Today I got to model one of her crocheted jumpsuits for the December issue of Paper Magazine!
So yeah, that green yarn-person is me, and I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow.
In the meantime, check out this piece I wrote about why I love Conan O’Brien, even though I’ve never seen his show (and don’t plan to).
Listen to Cee Lo’s new album
Love Cee Lo’s new single “Fuck You”?
Of course you do.
The album comes out Tuesday, but you can listen to it for free on npr.org until then. I would’ve told you sooner, but I was too busy dancing in my underwear at home.
Stranger than truth
A few weeks ago, my second piece of fiction ever was published on Verbicide.
It’s a short story called “A Symptom, Not the Cure,” and it has nothing to do with vampires. Sorry.
Here’s an excerpt:
A big freegan deal
Freegans are individuals who prefer free food. Some of them only eat free food. And they’re not just hitting up grocery stores on sample days. They forage for food in dumpsters on a daily or weekly basis and then prepare it.
They’re not homeless, either.
Knitting is for pussies
Hey, I didn’t say it. The Polish artist/yarn bomber Olek did.
I recently visited her exhibition “Knitting is for Pussies” at the Christopher Henry Gallery in Soho. I don’t exaggerate one bit when I say, “Everything was all crocheted up in that piece.” Everything!
Check out my review and photos on Verbicide. Here’s an excerpt:
You put your write foot in
Here’s another roundup of some recent pieces I’ve written for other websites. Hooray!
If you’re so inclined, check them out. If you like what you see, please let me know with comments and Facebook and Twitter love. If you don’t like what you see, please leave the comment “UR SO DUM!”
Just kidding. Spell it “dumb.”
1. The “Living Next to a _______” column I started for BrickUnderground, an NYC real estate site
Did you know that I used to live next door to a funeral home? It wasn’t actually that bad.
Ever wonder what it’s like living in Greenwich Village near NYU? Think show-tune-singing pukefest.
The neighborhood’s noisy beyond the typical sirens and traffic that all New Yorkers deal with. Not all New Yorkers have to deal with drunken drama students screaming show tunes at the top of their lungs at 4 a.m. It makes me want to open a window and throw a bucket of water on them. I want to kill their dreams of stardom and watch them move back home to Montana or wherever they come from.
And then there’s the vomit.
