Saturday, January 22, 2011

wheaties

The yellow tones in this painting by Egon Schiele, Field of Flowers, are almost perfectly reflected in Andy Warhol's Do It Yourself (Landscape). They were painted about sixty years apart. I Really Love these paintings.



I also Really Love doing Google Image searches for paintings and then seeing them all lined up in little rectangles next to each other like pretty floor tiles in a surrealist bathroom. I imagine it filled with mirrors, of course. The sink would be trompe l'oeil (not really a sink at all!), the shower would be fur-lined...and, well, you already know what the toilet would look like.

Monday, December 27, 2010

mamihlapinatapai,

according to the Guinness Book of World Records 1993, is the hardest known word to translate . It comes from the Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego, an archipelago off of the very tip of the bottom of South America. Tierra del Fuego, or the beautifully-named "Land of Fire," is considered to be a part of Patagonia.

"Mamihlapinatapai" signifies the look that two people share when they are silently acknowledging that they each wish the other would initiate something that they both want to happen, or basically the precedent to every makeout session ever.

As if this weren't interesting enough already, the word has taken on new meaning in terms of game theory. It describes the volunteer's dilemma, which is all about sacrifice as a part of utilitarianism and makes me a teense uncomfortable when I think about it, so you can just read about it instead of me wincing my way through an explanation.

Or this could be a text version of a mamihlapinatapai where you, the reader, are just all like, "I don't want to read this whole stupid article, just sum it up" in your head while I am going, "I don't want to describe this because it weirds me out, so you should just read it" as I am typing this.

In closing, I will never have this conversation out loud because I cannot pronounce that crayfish word.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

i can't imagine anything more beautiful than this



Wait for the end, play it on three- or four-peat at least. I can't even.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

opening ceremony x pendleton



I know I'm late on this one, but if I owned this dress, I would wear it every fucking day. Lucky for me, it's on sale!!!...for $326.00. Shitfuck.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Video: "Zodiac Shit," Flying Lotus



I just wrote an e-mail to Adam "lilfuchs" Fuchs, who animated this video. It read:

Subject: You

rule, your art rules.

Best,
Amy Rose Spiegel



I meant what I said and I said what I meant. An elephant's faithful one hundred per cent.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

first draft

That first kiss tastes like chilly seas.
Penelope's marigold breath breathes the mountainous story they shared
Back into those briny lungs. He doesn't tell her much.
Instead, he takes her, hands locked and leading, to bed.

It's hard to picture what a blossom face looks like in the middle of the ocean.
Penelope thinks of him on an alien island, remembering
As he fingers the petals of a marigold in some other lover's hair.

She got by through these simple processes:
Running a brush through her hair and thread through a loom.
It's so hard to shuffle around, waiting.
Penelope suffered, she must have.

Penelope thinks of him on an alien island, remembering
Him squinting sleepily in their morning bed
And trying to determine what defines extraordinariness.
Are you lonesome tonight, Penelope? You would laugh at that song.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

"her vibes are rather reckless": on '90s nostalgia

The recent resurgence of every amazing alternative band/figure from Evan Dando to Guided By Voices (not to mention some band called Pavement that I've never heard of...PSYCH! Sorry, but this is a '90s post and I had to use era-appropriate humor, yanno?) had me nostalgic for the music I used to love back then. Then I remembered that I was in the single digits until after the new millennium had passed and was not eligible, really, to get all moony as though for the second time about these cats.

What did I actually listen to in the '90s? A shit ton of Elton John and B*Witched, from what I can remember. Fun fact: I recently found a list of dream dinner guests that I made when I was nine. Both of the aforementioned are on it, as well as Elizabeth I, my classroom pals from the fourth grade, and this guy:

Sunday, October 24, 2010

past presents

An incomplete list of meaningful/expensive gifts that I have lost or are otherwise gone from my possession somehow:

- A fawn-colored leather diary with my initials monogrammed onto the corner. I used it from my junior year of high school to my freshman year of college. My first serious boyfriend gave it to me. I even mention it on my very first Must List, made when I was seventeen. I have no idea where the fuck it could be. I like thinking that someone stole it and intends to use it to blackmail me later in life. Exciting!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

updates from the sniffly, sick front.

"Once I met my husband with his winking looks, he was my only interest. Wild as I had been with John and the others, I turned all my wildness over to him and then there was no question in my mind." - "An Interest in Life", from Grace Paley's The Collected Stories. In related news, I'm engaged to be married.

Red Lightbulb

And of course bass is the first thing you hear in the song, only bass,
Can you pass that over?
It feels good to be here. I always need a chaperone.

How It Feels To

I ate a rubbery dinner and talked to my three favorite people on the phone.
One's mad that I broke plans, one sighs because I'm flaking again,
I sniff my nose and the last one is excited to see me soon!

Car Wash

Verbs, verbs, verbs. Suds are never not sexy.
My peach-painted nails are pressed against the windshield,
My eyes are squinted between them. What a luxury.

Belles Lettres

Your curly hair wrapped along itself like the simple twine of DNA ladders
Flowery girl, you are gone.
You are in control of yourself now, confident, hard-edged,
Self-serving, magnetic.
We two always go together.