Super Size You.

Yesterday I was at my bank (the Washington Mutual in Windsor Terrace/Park Slope/South Slope (whatever its proper classification is) or alternately: WaMoo), and as I was leaving, I saw this guy:


Okay, so no big deal. He's that guy who ate McDonald's for a month and got all chunky and unhealthy to prove his point and then told everyone how he was never eating fast food again. Remember that? Yes, truly powerful and moving in our society of fatties and skinny coked out starlets in rehab.

Except when I saw him yesterday, he was shoving a giant ice cream cone in his mouth. So much for that "not eating fast food anymore" tomfoolery. Its okay, Morgan Spurlock, we all struggle to stick to our healthy diets. Some of us just don't document it on internationally released documentaries.

Share your XANADU.

I am inexplicably excited for the new Broadway musical, Xanadu, based on the cult 1980s film. The musical's website is sponsoring a Win 2 Free Tickets to Xanadu and share your Xanadu with us contest. So there's all these crazy links to YouTube videos. And now I will share two of my favorite with you:

Surrealist art meets capitalism.

All in all is all we are.

& Do you listen to NPR's All Songs Considered podcast? You really, really, really, really should. This week they posted Ben Gibbard's (of Death Cab for Cutie, The Postal Service, American Analog Set, and All Time Quarterback) live show. I broke it up into mp3s and its the only thing I have listened to for two days in a row. (Email me if you'd like a copy of it.) His piano cover of "All Apologies" by Nirvana and his rendition of Donovan's Sing for You are lovely. Simply lovely.

& I love Donovan in an inexplicable way. Maybe it was the time I took him shopping for black pants in the ladies section of K-Mart in Great Barrington and he kissed me on the cheek after and said, "Thanks love." That was a spectacular moment in my life.

& The movie Paris Je T'aime. A love story for the city for lovers.

& I'm considering starting a blog over at Tumblr, so I can just post things I am in hearts with right now (videos and musics and things.) Please discuss.

& Summer music festivals.

& Street fairs.

& This guy's art.

Words + visual aids.

% Bjork's new album, Volta

% Home made iced coffee + water with lemon and cucumbers + popcicles

% Photos from France

% Summer, summer, I am here to win you over.

% Paying someone else to do my laundry

% GHOSTLAND OBSERVATORY IS PLAYING A FREE SHOW AT MCCARREN POOL THIS SUMMER.

% Watching reruns of old Scripps National Spelling Bees on ESPN2 (Samir! You're my boy!)

% International dance parties (alternately: How I became the United Nations of International Dance Party Friends)

% Smoosh opening for The Pipettes on June 5th!

% Dresses and dressing up

% Not traveling for three weeks (alternately: staying in New York for three weeks in a row!)

French wine, cigarettes, baguettes, French wine, fondue, French wine, French wine, French wine, croissants, and French wine.

Bon jour!

I returned from France yesterday and I've barely had a moment to catch my breath, but I wanted to tell you how I am still alive (although the climb to the top of Notre Dame almost killed me!) and that I have photos coming soon.

Lately in my life:
Red wine, white wine, cheap wine. Baguettes. Croissants. Chocolate filled croissants. Three am drunk food (chocolate filled croissants slathered in Nutella). Big hills. Cigarettes. Tap dancing. International dance parties. Sleepy afternoons. No sleep. Wine. Wine in baby bottles. Fondue. Marriage proposals from Frenchmen. Photos. Walking. Wine. Cigarettes. Baguettes. Wine. Wine. Wine.

I also squeezed in a trip to Lyon to visit with the incomprable Mike van sleen, who sends well wishes and hellos to all of you in Pillowland.

I had the most spectacular holiday, which I will endlessly discuss with you soon. Right now, I have to get ready for the arrival of one, Mark Schwaber, who is here with the band, Spouse, to perform in Brooklyn and also at Sirius Radio and Air America this week.

Three stories of interest currently. Discuss.
First transgendered prom queen?

Jerry Falwell dies possibly from shock of the aforementioned transgendered prom queen.

Two kids broke into the Smashing Pumpkins rehearsal space. I know one of those kids. And you know what? If you commit a crime, you should go to jail, no matter how much of a jerkbag Billy Corgan is.

And when I see you, I really see you upside down.

After constant motion for the past several weeks, I'm taking this moment in my life to reflect before this brief pause resumes at a whirring by me speed.

My heart has been pulled in several directions lately- family so far away, friends so spread out. My week in Illinois was brilliant and insanely busy- seeing so many people I love and admire all in the span of such a short time. When I left, I felt good about the time I spent with my friends, but still left feeling like I didn't soak it all in enough.

And so I keep moving. Motion. In the past year, I've lived in three states. Three states, a thousand states of mind, a significant year of change. I don't think of this as a quarterlife crisis any more. Because its so much better than that, my life is not in crisis mode.

I'm leaving for Paris in two days. My life perspective slightly altered from my last visit, and I am so excited to travel. After that, I look forward to falling in love with my own city for awhile.

Friends, I leave you with this little excerpt from Henry Rollins:
"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."
-Solipsist, Henry Rollins