December 2011
November 2011
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Frank Ocean
American Wedding
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The Smashing Pumpkins
Mayonaise
MIDNIGHT IN PARIS (Woody Allen - 2011)
Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion.
Ernest Hemingway: I hate it.
Gil: You haven’t even read it yet.
Ernest Hemingway: If it’s bad, I’ll hate it. If it’s good, then I’ll be envious and hate it even more. You don’t want the opinion of another writer.
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Fuck. Just sent the first draft of my first novel out to my first real agent. Nobody has seen it until tonight; it’s been a fun secret.
I really don’t want to go back to making sandwiches at a deli for a living, and I hope this writing thing works out in the long run. I mean, I can make a mean pastrami with mustard on rye – don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of that, because truth be told I can make a damn fine sandwich. But that was a strange, silent moment pressing ‘send’ on that email.
Ned Hepburn rapping me to sleep.
It’s like singing, but funnier.
TAMLYN: Sing me to sleep.
ME: I’m going to pick “What You Know” by T.I.
TAMLYN: Goddammit.
See? I’m very romantic.
The Business About My Breasts - Forbes →
forbes.com
Susannah is an amazing writer. Four days ago she was diagnosed with breast cancer. This is her recollection of the events of that day and the appointments leading up to it.
It’s weird, I guess, to go through life thinking something like this won’t happen to you - that everyone is impervious to such things. And then it happens to someone as verbose and gifted as Susannah and she gives it such great words, man. I’m kind of at a loss. My own verbiage doesn’t come close.
So, anyway. Please take a read.
