I found 2 copies of Animal Farm this afternoon in a free book bin outside my favorite bookstore in Chicago. Anyone want one?
I’m imagining how much fun we will have when we are 85 year-old widows. I’m never coming home, probably ever. Except maybe, if my parents needed me, but probably not. I would, however, go from the A to the Bay, that place where people get hyphy and go dumb, the soil where other rappers be getting their lingo from. You’re second on the list.
Oh my god, Blake.
That’s what she said.
In bed.” —Jenny Lewis, et al.
That is, indeed, an original creation from my kitchen. It was going to be a jerk salmon sandwich with caramelized onions and veggies, but I decided to add the egg and it basically became a sandwich with a omelet on top. It was, in fact, pretty tasty; tasty enough to distract Scott and I from our standardized-test studying obligations for the evening. I bet your salad is delicious too, but it is disconcerting that it has eyes and feelings.
1. Marcel Proust, A Remembrance of Things Past
No time like the present, right?
2. Farmer’s Almanac
Proust will keep me busy for a looong time, so I’m deferring to practical concerns
3. Clair Llewellyn, How to survive on a desert island
See explanation #2
Movies (this seems like a bizarre choice to drag along if I can’t watch them)
1. Fight Club
Maybe I’ll find my own Tyler Durden…at least I would have a friend to hang out with.
I can’t watch it, but I can look at Penelope Cruz on the cover and imagine her singing in the movie.
3. The Wizard of Oz
There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.
Single Songs (I will play along, for the sake of adhering the rules of my hypothetical situation, but what strange media will only allow me to bring along a single song from each album?)
1. Concert Etude #3, by Franz Liszt
Most beautiful piece of music ever written
2. Kanske Ar Jag Kar I Dig, by Jens Lekman
3. Islands, by the XX
#1 on my itunes, plus I couldn’t resist the irony
Also, I am bringing a Giant Soccer Ball